In the sweet house
the danger is swept clear
away from the door
Every thought flowing easier still
I can see you
your hands are so tiny and
clean in the light
Now and ever and always and, oh ...
Soft as calico
clutching a marble,
approaching from everywhere
before and after me still
Here and far
I'm as big as an Oldsmobile,
equally small
and ten times less able to talk
Invitation
just gives way to worrying,
constant distress
at each passing of valuable time
Time that robs us
of teeth and immunity -- We can't afford
to pick up what we're leaving behind
In the sweet house, the fires are always for you
Through the windows, we see,
ever preciously, good
Warm and dear
as a star in the wilderness
holding me up
and swallowing all of the woods
Complications arise
in the simplest of lives
Even houses with bright yellow walls will fall down
I wish one of us could be a hologram
I know you know
but don't make me tell you that when
every day brings us closer and closer -- well,
I better keep myself way over here, 'cause I know
that one day, you'll be long gone
and I'll be
a lonely old wretch
renting a room I can't keep
published by Combustible Edison, Ltd. (BMI) © 1992