Judith Arcana

 

 

 

          LIKE ALWAYS
 

He is gone, honey tongue, like always

we crush music through a diamond sky

but he is gone to the milky lake

black time flooding through his mind

knowing him there is like water

hearing the wind like a dream singing

sleeping under a dream of water.

 

You know windís like time down the road

time put a stone in his road, honey tongue

some hard sleep has got him now

and he only wants the sky, sky

he wants to be like easy rain

falling on a sad tiny road

one slow chain of broken music.

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