Lyric

Mmm

Golden air

Softly there

Quiet gold on the petals

After weather has passed

Every shade that once opened

Turns to honey in the glass

Branches learn when to loosen

Not because the garden ends

One full color in the late air

Doesn't ask to bloom again

At the high noon of the flower

Something tender starts to bend

Not a breaking

Not a fading

Just the scent becoming wind

Every turn

Every trace

Settles warm

Into place

When the petals know the sun

They do not beg the branch to stay

Gold can gather in the hands

Then drift into another day

When the garden turns its face

I can soften with the view

The sweetest color came all through

And somewhere I still bloom

Let the gold go gently

Let it move through me

Not a lock, not a sorrow

Honey into breeze

Some petals find a lighter fall

Some fragrance finds another wind

What once was heavy in the stem

Turns to amber from within

I can love the golden hour

Without asking it to stay

Let the color rest behind me

Still it warms another day

At the high noon of the flower

Something tender starts to bend

Not a breaking

Not a fading

Just the scent becoming wind

Every turn

Every trace

Settles warm

Into place

When the petals know the sun

They do not beg the branch to stay

Gold can gather in the hands

Then drift into another day

When the garden turns its face

I can soften with the view

The sweetest color came all through

And somewhere I still bloom

Let the gold go gently

Let it move through me

Not a lock, not a sorrow

Honey into breeze

If I loosen from the branch

Let it look like tenderness

If the colors stay behind

Let them warm the garden's breath

I was not an unopened color

Not a promise left undone

I opened when the season asked

And held the noon against the sun

When the petals know the sun

They do not beg the branch to stay

Gold can gather in the hands

Then drift into another day

When the garden turns its face

I can soften with the view

The sweetest color came all through

And somewhere I still bloom

When the petals know the sun

They do not beg the branch to stay

What was golden does not vanish

It moves on in another way

Let the garden keep its color

Let the warm air carry through

The sweetest season came in full

And somewhere I still bloom

Honey into breeze

Somewhere

I still bloom