Bent Words

Bent Words

October 05, 2004

Lost within this tender breeze
Languid leaves and hushing trees
And I am not forsaken
Brittle blows of brittle air
Occupied without a care
Pardon me, this moment's taken

All the less of want and greed
The magic of tranquility
Lying still, the longest while
Amongst the waves that play my feet
Against the sun set on my cheek
Blushed with one more smile

Can you see me lying there?
Laughing through my fallen hair
The world blended to a blur
Drive the wind, I'll heed the rain
The branches bend and heave again
Would you like this moment, sir?

Strip the table, leave the chair
Fill me full with brittle air
Tell me nothing, tell me all
Have the blessed day blow by
Upon the grass my head will lie
Tell me nothing, let me fall...


Written at 9:38 p.m.