What time has filtered, let the heart see clearly,
Let truth shine through our few remaining days.

You’ve asked me for forgiveness in this sorrow,
And say you know you’ve failed me many ways:
But as the waves, who find themselves receding
Come back to brush the shore — the ocean’s kiss —

I come back to you now within this rhythm,
For faultless I am not in all of this.
What clemency I have is yours for taking,
I ask you for remission of my own,

Not filtering the truth, but giving cadence
To secret disbeliefs we each have known.
We hear the rolling waves, and stand in silence
The wind, it careless blows your chestnut hair —

We’ve taken off the filter of dissembling,
To go with pain and truth, we two, from there