The Is and Was and Maybes
From the yellow shadow
of your doorway
I felt the earth’s skull crack
light bursting from the core
flowing up to warm my dead soles
you kow you make my hair stand on end sometimes
the rumour’s felt among the roots of grass and weeds
where I’m lying cold on the river
I’m warming on your heartstones
the riddle is a needle sewing skins
your skin’s golden under light-blown hair
stitch in and out where the blood flows
from the bellows
from nowhere
as we breathe
swirl
til the sun may shine
and the rain may fall
and I won’t care
won’t mind at all
From the yellow shadow
of your hallway
I felt the forest rip from inside
you know there is a story there no tears can tell
it lies outside the salt tracks of time
now the needle’s lying on a sidetable
peace enfolds the holy bodies there entwined
with all the is and was and maybes unfurling
behind the golden shutters of your mind
as we breathe
swirl
til the sun may shine
and the rain may fall
and I won’t care
won’t mind at all
yeah the sun may shine
and the rain may fall
and I won’t care
won’t mind at all