Give it words,
Stick limbs on it,
You won't alter essence.
Whereas the wind-
I'll live gently
As the wind, flying
Over the town,
My chest full of sparrows.
~Shinkichi Takahashi
Give it words,
Stick limbs on it,
You won't alter essence.
Whereas the wind-
I'll live gently
As the wind, flying
Over the town,
My chest full of sparrows.
wake up and try
you're not listening
and neither am i
but it's only a matter of time
before we're walking out the door
sit with me on the bed
and stop pacing and pacing instead
cuz it's only a matter of when
this heart to heart will end
but oh before we go
goodbye safety breaks
goodbye baby clothes
as you describe a straight line through all these rooms
i want you to put your hands on my face
run them over and over and trace
the lines that are starting to indicate
how long i've been in this place
the sun shines all day
on the curb where our valuables lay
waiting all to be taken away
like we brought them in before
stand with me in the den
the white walls and bare carpet again
it was warm now it's empty and dead
and we won't come back again
but oh before we go
goodbye tv trays
goodbye baby clothes
as you describe a straight line through all these rooms
through birthday parties
late night laundry
baby's brides and grooms
i want you to put your hands on my face
run them over and over and trace
the lines that are starting to indicate
how long i have been in this place
the lines that are starting to indicate
how long we've been in this place.
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry
and the water
is their tears.
I listen to the water
on nights I drink away
and the sadness becomes so great
I hear it in my clock
it becomes knobs upon my dresser
it becomes paper on the floor
it becomes a shoehorn
a laundry ticket
it becomes
cigarette smoke
climbing a chapel of dark vines. . .
it matters little
very little love is not so bad
or very little life
what counts
is waiting on walls
I was born for this
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.
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