It feels a little worse
Than when we smashed that glass on the mountainside
On the shoulders of giants
And I cried for two days
On the inside, on the inside
It feels a little better
Then when we lost ourselves at the park
In the splitting misty sun
And I fell into the ravine
Into the divide, into the divide
The panther sighed
With misty breath
And told the angels to look distressed
So the western sky would look away
And endless night would become endless day
I threw myself into the voice of summer
And didn't watch if I would get torn asunder
I just wanted to taste the ice cream
And run in the sun and splash in the stream
I took my chances on a ray of moonshine
That lit up the park in the endless night
Slipping into the pool under the southern stars
We whispered in the water and barely talked
And what if I told you the stars went to sleep
What if I told you the sky began to weep
Curtains of rain falling across the hills
The sink overflowed and out the water spilled
Sliding through the drainhole in the heavenly sky
And I fell down into the divide, into the divide
It was the sigh of wintertime that woke up the dove
And made it forgo the precepts of love
Gliding through the sky like a white-winged mirror
In which we saw our scattered hopes and fears
I wish I could tell you
The million ways
In which angels, souls, and creatures go astray
I took a breath of wintertime
And my blood was filled with wintry light
A cold-hearted person with nothing but
The chill of silver flowing through the veins
Don't lose your breath as you sigh to the sea
Don't turn away from the voice of the trees
Far away the sirens swell
Into the music of chimes and timelines fell
It was Friday night with lights all around
And I was drowning in the bright glowing sound
Globes of light dancing on the breeze
Like leaves in the wind, like dandelion seeds
And I was crying and laughing and searching for the song
The pulse of my heart that whispered along
To the bells that streamed from the Empire State
Like papers on the breeze across a lake
The world as it was
As it is as it was
In your voice in your face I feel truth I feel trust
Can I drink the dew from the forest orchids
And slide from the sky and continue soaring
Who knows if I'll hear the songs that mend
Who knows if I'll hear your voice again
But I'll tell this to the sun as it turns into a rainbow
And the spray from the falls tasting like the juice of a mango
If the rain drizzles down like yesterday's dream
I'll be there
If the starlight comes down in the glow of a moonbeam
I'll be there
Who knows if I'll hear your voice again
Who knows if I'll hear your voice again
Saturday, November 23, 2019
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