Glow Lyrics

Peter Adams Glow

I was buried ten and three in the bowels of the hill lined with walnut trees. The growing came like Saturn and his baby boy - crying, while devoured, “I will always love you.”

Call down the rafters open where the eaves stop. The glow comes again what a feeling in the end. Or leave, I don't care. I've been seventeen too long

Young gardens to grow by my home