Swan Song
Like an Avalanche I go down the Road
I drink silence
Outside it has snowed
As if nothing else exists thereby
Just the Moment and the mayfly
This is a swan song
Accompanied by some roses drawn along
They are a force if they only would
The head is too high
The Feet to hard on the ground
And the middle a lie
A Cold War as a Privilege of the floor
I feel like winter but look like June
In the train station, so full,
I'm a moth in a shed full of tulle
Looking at the stars but praying to the moon
Trying to comprehend to transcend
it's faithfullness
Rotting in a field of clover
Over and over
Like a thought melting in the Snow
And in the Avalanche
I look like a Branch
In it's time
I throw all of mine
Like the Moon it's shine
I confess
As the Fleeting asked for more being
And the evanesce for less
I keep the Window Open
Make it all golden
In Madness or clarity
My dreams Write me
Im just uncoding the scripture
To let it free
The ceiling is crumbling
Some emotions collapse in Time lapse
And dreams are no longer dreams they are just scraps hanging from the ceiling
Call them criminals as they keep on
stealing
Like a cold war
They crawl around the floor
And went out through the door
Like Avalanche down the Road
And I Drink silence
Outside it has snowed
As if nothing else exists thereby
Just the Moment and the mayfly
This is a swan song
Accompanied by some roses drawn along