Tonight I fear a painful notion glows
in summer light though dusk lingers so near.
We laid in wait for questions I suppose -
I stood and took quite swiftly towards the pier -
looked in and saw the setting sun that fades
at every ending day like clockwork till
the night does strike and down we fall like blades
of grass which wave in wind then do lay still
to break the back of farmers at the field
but heal a heart - a girl with bouquet killed.
A man who cannot see, his eyes unhealed -
his sockets burned by light, but water chilled -
that face reflecting back at me today,
and in this summer's eve I cannot play.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC
Tonight I fear a painful notion glows
in summer light though dusk lingers so near.
We laid in wait for questions I suppose -
I stood and took quite swiftly towards the pier -
looked in and saw the setting sun that fades
at every ending day like clockwork till
the night does strike and down we fall like blades
of grass which wave in wind then do lay still
to break the back of farmers at the field
but heal a heart - a girl with bouquet killed.
A man who cannot see, his eyes unhealed -
his sockets burned by light, but water chilled -
that face reflecting back at me today,
and in this summer's eve I cannot play.
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