I can hear your
song on the wind,
as our music boxes
string me that odd harmony...
the Daughters of Zion are
too weak to tend their own graves,
and now you're thinking
that parked cars are empy coffins.
I still see you beneath
flowering branches, as our
shadows melt to smooth sidewalks,
holding our breath as the
summer breeze
blows us cloying kisses.
My gentle angel
prods me
with his metal sword, and
only he can wake the dead
beneath the trees.
brush the dust from my cold tomb,
and scatter my ashes.
Well, you know I sleep much better
on the sides of lonely roads.
I dream that i am
gray like the sky,
and could diffuse
into the atmosphere.
Scarlet words plucked gently
from your tongue last night
grip my ankles and
chain me to the
rocks beneath your feet.
We lay awake
clothed only in shadows,
and i think my alarm clock
evaporated
fifteen minutes later.
I remember telling you that
vines may creep up
through cracks in the
basement floor,
to greet you as i vaporize
before the dawn's intrusion,
and that nothing could keep me from
your side of the iron fence. |
Submission Name: gray harmony
