Natural Songs
justam
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Some evenings it's orange and pink and red
shades and hotness or
moisture in the air,
with the cicadas filling the space
a background to the ringing in one's ears
if that's really ringing and not the electricity of a God
is there a God?
is there an Out There in space that's too far off to be known?
some evenings in the orange and pink hotness and cicadas
there are lyrics beneath
hidden, like those no one notices under
the most beautiful sounds
songs that can say anything, yet without the sounds on top
they'd seem too plain and obvious
like: I'm waiting to get back inside, or
I'm waiting to let you in
So Obvious, like the yellow beam between two
people who miss each other or
the glance across the room too far to touch
or the red tie between those bonded people sitting on the same couch
words so plain as to cause others pain of their own loss
if not for the lovely sounds covering the words
like the hum and racket of cicadas outside
or the roar of a downpour
shades and hotness or
moisture in the air,
with the cicadas filling the space
a background to the ringing in one's ears
if that's really ringing and not the electricity of a God
is there a God?
is there an Out There in space that's too far off to be known?
some evenings in the orange and pink hotness and cicadas
there are lyrics beneath
hidden, like those no one notices under
the most beautiful sounds
songs that can say anything, yet without the sounds on top
they'd seem too plain and obvious
like: I'm waiting to get back inside, or
I'm waiting to let you in
So Obvious, like the yellow beam between two
people who miss each other or
the glance across the room too far to touch
or the red tie between those bonded people sitting on the same couch
words so plain as to cause others pain of their own loss
if not for the lovely sounds covering the words
like the hum and racket of cicadas outside
or the roar of a downpour
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words so plain as to cause others pain of their own loss
if not for the lovely sounds covering the words
like the hum and racket of cicadas outside
or the roar of a downpour
I get this, have felt it in my own odd way.
So pretty, how you've put it forth.
You know, no matter how many times it's happened and continues to, I'm still kicked in the ass by how words, whether on paper or screen and all that comes with and from them - can be so wonderful and warm.
Smile-inducing.
Thank you