I Give from Begin by Lindsay Clark

Some days, I give and I give and I give / like a moss of ferns, feathered out into the sweet air. / Some nights I cry and I cry and I cry / like a starling on the sidewalk in the summer sky / I once did not know / the name of this ebony beak / I had seen a million times before. / Some days I need and I need and I need / all the sweetest flowers / its their nectar / I am needing, a pink dogwood I beg / to enter in my veins and find me. / Some days I live and I live and I live / till the well has run dry, and the spring / ever elusive, though I live in months / of rain I have yet to find, caches of the holy water. / I need someone like a mirror / to help reflect on my fear, in past days/ I relied on a lake, but a lake is not flesh / Some days I try and I try and I try / to distract myself from the task / between my two hands which hold nothing but all the tools / I need to live fully well until my end. / One day I will die out, like a flicker of light / one among the billion stars at night / and I'll shine down upon the ferns / that cling to trees of old / giving life anew

• British folk
• Folk
• alt-folk
• experimental folk
• indie folk
• neo-folk
• Portland