PRELUDE TO THE GREEN DREAMS
The city of fog/ The house of owls and a grandfather clock/ It sways to the pulse of the fireflies/ which provides the slit for the blood to flow/ The hour now strikes eleven/ and footprints on the shore begin to fade
The wind is now my lover/ The stars are whispered promises/ The trees are fingertips, memories/ The ocean, my sanctuary
I am naked/ white, glossy, my own/ ashamed/ a hospital in the middle of nowhere/ alone/ Desire pulses through my body/ like a stain/ My heart sinking with the waves/ Where has February gone?/ Even now the clouds blanket the stars
I sit on the dock/ The black sky is dotted red/ and the red sea is dotted black/ city lights pulse like fireflies/ fuelling nature’s erection/ Instead the wind erodes rock/ I shut myself in the house of owls and glass
It’s now the wet crescendo/ a storm brews outside my house/ the trees are charred black/ withered away and lay in ashes at my feet/ only the grey sea remains/ i am swallowed
It’s the new moon
the grey sea
the red chain
the black curtain
and the white everything
Little me
i know i’ve rehearsed this moment/ [back and forth back around again]/ yet somehow things got ahead of me/ time froze for a day, just one day
What was i to do?the show must go on/
My hands still tremble when /
I say it again to you.
i’ve faced disaster/
in a sweet September breeze/
and it’s over in a flash
big me.
fly away
