A Little Piece

We stalled it for rain
The clod in our minds winnowed
And only for weeks
Full of harbored reprieve, it showed
Turn the dial on our little piece
When infernos scathe the path we know, love

Feigning dawn, we're reeling low
No paradise to steal away
Running far won't sate the flume, though
And in time we're whole alone
We're free to fall and we're free to lay
Running far to make our way home