The Green Pajamas

Scarlet Song

How a cloud might move How a song could soothe Her scarlet beads of pain All strung behind the sun. On a cold hillside The burn of afterlife Her heavy eyes are sweet moon vines All strung behind the sun. She paid attention to her health A scarlet song would shape her mouth Oh would you trust the wheels in me To spin you out to sea And let the water be the grave of grace She's a mother on a beach Giving whispers through the trees Could your wedding day be a place to wait. By the way life looks Through cafe Sunday books I wonder how Elini hooked Her beads around the sun. By the graveyard light Pearls of sacrifice The precious threads of death and night All strung behind the sun. She paid attention to her health A scarlet song would shape her mouth Oh would you trust the wheels in me To spin you out to sea And let the water be the grave of grace She's a mother on a beach Giving whispers through the trees Could your wedding day be a place to wait. Why in the way life would Take the way life took I wonder how the angels look All strung behind the sun. _____________ by Eric Lichter copyright 1996