Thursday, December 24, 2009

...and i go

so long, fare thee well
the dancer and the dancing days
have taken leave and fell
so turn down this bed of stone
quench me
with deadly nighthade
from the rose that you belong
the long december rain is falling now
running down on strees to nowhere
music is my life
you’re my sweetest nightingale
but i can’t hear it here no more
a n d i g o . . .
. . . i go
hush now, don’t shake or break
words have fallen silent
like soldiers to the grave
no matter what they do or say
lay me on the sleepy meadows
by the tracks upon your face