Sun and Moon

 
good to sleep alone
in my quiet room
i can play songs
you never like
so i can drift sleeping
dreams come c a l l i n g . . .
 
bittertasteunderthefreezingmoon
iwhisperinwinter
ifyousmile
rememberyoumoonlight
littlebylittleiremember
iamalone
shesaid
indarknessican'tsee
yourfeathersandfringes
thereddressyouwerewearing
yourbraidsandyourquickway
tosaysuchwonderfulthings
aboutthesongstheyweresinging
whenwhowassneakingwho
dancingwithoutyoursshawl
inyourskintightclothes
siennaskintanning
soquicklyweforget
whywereallycamehere
 
and you say you are my candle
burning into a night
if this is the way
i'd like to blow you out
so i could be alone
and you not see me
even at night
but i could look away
returning birds
you have stolen
from me
 
words by mark seabrook
 

Copyright © 2001 Mark Seabrook