The Cloud Story
Tea leaves in my lungs
I can’t quite see you
But if you come alone
I just might free you;
Words swallowed in stride
Flesh on flesh
The rose is my guide
And I’ll be your guest
He will attest
That our demons be blessed
My fire won’t rest
Until the corners are bent
And bruised
And burnt
And I can hold you again.
But you’ve got your head back
Back bent
Standing in a desert
And you’re thirsty...
The ceiling opens
I roll onto my cloud
The story won’t be forgotten
From when fears were allowed.
First kiss shaken
Cloud of smoke taken
Sugar maple trees
Back on bent knees
Strong hands
Took me away
Over salt and sand
But we’re not breathing today
Oranges bruising
They lose and
The news says
Balloons fly
Our shoes try
To take us out
Of this place we call home
And I’m listening to my heart
But not the part
That tells me to survive
Because I am alive.
I hear your words
Through drunken lips
It’s dust to dust
And we’re dancing in step.
In the dark
We’re beautiful people
But in the dark
We’re drowning knee deep
And the silver lining
Falls from the sky
With perfect timing
While we fly high
And exhale.
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