Almost every time I want,
Running fingers through hair,
I don't say anything,
And watch it burn,
With careful attention,
Not to harm the arbiter.
The rain on the bells,
A deep purple by the barn.
Everything beats,
Whether I want it to or not,
And you, too,
Try me sometimes,
And I want to manage,
I think I really do,
Sometimes,
Paying careful attention,
To touching shoetips together.
The rain on the bells,
A deep purple by the barn.
I can't look at them,
In the streets they scare me,
Faces everywhere running,
It's jumbled and crumbling and wrong,
But if your face be there,
Your eyes-they are safe.
The rain on the bells,
A deep purple by the barn.
The swallow outside,
I can't imagine it would stay for long,
Stay with me today,
Please stay with me here,
It won't be for very long,
But houses are cages to,
So I hear.
The rain on the bells,
A deep purple by the barn.
I don't know,
Hold on,
I love you,
The sounds are gone,
This is what I think.
The rain on the bells,
A deep purple by the barn.
Human touch forgotten,
Perhaps I have lived,
Perhaps this has made me holy?
I am unsure, but they say
Writing this will help:
It's the pounding in my head,
It's the rising raft and so alone,
It's just physics, Love.
2 comments:
other than the fact that the 'to' in 'houses are cages to' should be a 'too,' i really love this. especially the sort of refrain. because there's the rain which is a crystal clear dark blue and the bell which is a distressed bronze and the deep purple which is one of my favorite colors and then the red of the barn. i love color.
It's epic, I think. Good, obviously, but when I look for the one word to describe the poem...my mouth sort of falls open and my throat makes funny bulimic noises until something that sounds sort of like 'epic' falls out.
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