I lay my body down in the lush by the river.
with the sun I'll depart to the other side.
For far too long I've tried to make home of love;
bricks of support, mortar of laughter.
I would build a house that drowned each year.
A thousand kisses couldn't save it
from the slightest huff of the summer wind.
I guess for some people, love is a rental apartment;
comfortable, but never really yours.
So I collect my silver and wave to Charon
upon his boat I'll travel to the other side.
I pack loaves of love and morsels of hope
to sustain my soul in the arduous voyage
along the monstrous spine of the river Styx.
I will try to build a home again, this time
with sand of heartbreak, cement of despair.
I'll line the walls with the love I carried
and pray to Styx, to bring all her might
on my tiny home. This time
it won't drown.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
I lay my body down in the lush by the river.
with the sun I'll depart to the other side.
For far too long I've tried to make home of love;
bricks of support, mortar of laughter.
I would build a house that drowned each year.
A thousand kisses couldn't save it
from the slightest huff of the summer wind.
I guess for some people, love is a rental apartment;
comfortable, but never really yours.
So I collect my silver and wave to Charon
upon his boat I'll travel to the other side.
I pack loaves of love and morsels of hope
to sustain my soul in the arduous voyage
along the monstrous spine of the river Styx.
I will try to build a home again, this time
with sand of heartbreak, cement of despair.
I'll line the walls with the love I carried
and pray to Styx, to bring all her might
on my tiny home. This time
it won't drown.