Bring a new city
thoughts and hopes.
Spark the sun
into mornings.
Let old tears
wash you clean.
Grow into the lighthouse
you've always been.
Raise fists to snow
melting from your grasp.
Cleanse the last,
become the first.
Make a new song
for an old love.
Become everything else
and everything more.
Dedicated to Michael as he moves to Colorado. Love you, bro.
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