loohsee
09/01/09, 03:00 PM
the clouds streaked in my eyes, mackerel sky
they were torn with one sleight of my hand
but the little pockets within the quilts
trap the prayers that float and wilt
and they sit, tiny clots of sun.
i see my prayers, humble and gold
how i long to have them between my palms one more
there's some rattling in my sleeves
but i know they're as just frail as leaves
and dear god, this life will be the death of me
but i'll suck the wind between my teeth
and spit out these nettles that sting,
walking in a copper hour,
the streets are lined with yellow,
but they're far too bright
i don't need a light,
the fireflies will guide me home tonight
they were torn with one sleight of my hand
but the little pockets within the quilts
trap the prayers that float and wilt
and they sit, tiny clots of sun.
i see my prayers, humble and gold
how i long to have them between my palms one more
there's some rattling in my sleeves
but i know they're as just frail as leaves
and dear god, this life will be the death of me
but i'll suck the wind between my teeth
and spit out these nettles that sting,
walking in a copper hour,
the streets are lined with yellow,
but they're far too bright
i don't need a light,
the fireflies will guide me home tonight