Crown of the lost

Thursday, January 15, 2009

The night settles down on the water
The feathers of sun gathering
The trees wave their way to the morning
The birds think about what they'll sing
I have dreams in which you're a nightmare
I have dreams in which you're unfair
But angels still dance in your garden
and flowers still grow in your hair
My tears leave a skull on the pillow
My tooth leaves my blood on the sheet
My heart sways the way of the willow
My heart sways the way of the wheat
But you are the queen of the lowlands
You have the crown of the lost
I found you broke up like a shipwreck
I found you broke up on the rocks
The horses come in from the cliff tops,
their shadows upsetting the sea
The waves swim their way to the bottom
and stay there until they're forgotten
And you know about birds when they're dying
How they know that they're going to die
How they hide in the heart of the forest
and sleep until death chances by
You know that

Piano magic, from the album "Writers without homes"(2002)