Put a painful space between us
Lay it down, smooth it out.
It's a world of untouched matter
What lies here between, you and I.
And what do you hear when I speak?
And do you smile to hear my name?
I trust my soul your kiss to keep,
And never depart; never to trade.
Un-arranged and ill-tempered I stay
Stay here and fix my daily flaw,
Singing notes up the heights of my wall
Climbing season won't be later than the fall.
Maybe by then my fortress will be ivied
And you will bear up, no fight be.
Maybe love will grab you by the throat,
Halfway down the road.
Maybe it will plead with you by your shirt-collar: "Will you leave what completes you, behind?? Will you race off before your heart chases you to rewind?? Your star left unpolished won't shine!!"
Spine attached to feet, if I'm one, you're another.
Over and over we connect all the parts, to each other.
No use in time's ticking, I must have you admit.
Won't you regret seeing the world?
Won't you miss it's green, it's rain tears in your hair? Down your chin?
Do you still hear it singing when the sun warms your face?
Will moss grow over your steps before you retrace?
Don't you know it shines the brightest when YOU water it?
When you sit down & gaze upon the hills? The forests' silence is in awe when you visit.
Be dry, riverbed. Save your power for the sowing season.
There's a wind I feel, to bring drought & ice...
Rest the tears of your perfect green eyes,
It's the sea tide's turn to cry.
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