pink morning sky-clouds ring bleeding ears

chadwick

in the woods of night
we would find our way
i am your dirt, you are mine
belonging

i hang my soul on yours & pains nearby
real far away i remember nothing
you are my master guiding friend
everything & everyone we'll ever know ends like dried leaves
we too, you & i

crowns have passed our heads
i would/will grow you fruit
if you'd just cry for me
i could water our roots

pills like needles
the addicted trees need clouds soft & close
just to make it end & start up again
as our love songs build
while butterflies sing & invert themselves
shaking to become well
up against giants & all

the greatest hugs ever felt
their perfume of miles spreads across our lips & noses
as peach blossoms flower inviting trees & dead bees
smashed... bit by snakes
poisoned & found by torn dreams

killed all away flowers
the end repairs the kissing morning light
bouncing across sound as early morning eyes recognize the concert
in the sky as familiar tones
& her only seeds
begged me to bring them
mine blessed & asked the same of hers

she flew her china doll home
the door closed
she ran full speed touching a new sunshine
the pink fresh sky became her's
i left behind everything
you could hear our trees cry
& if for only a moment i wasn't lost

what would be tomorrow, is now yesterday
my aging bones
her fine self
those old vinyl songs are dust churning like fine cream
while bells of fire open the sky
all is almost not enough for us
even waterfalls could not last this morning's blistering beating
but somehow those clouds go beautifully pink
like battles leading into Valhalla

rollings

beautiful poem, chadwick

justam

:thumbup:

chadwick

thank you thank you