The weight of everything shapes the early morning,
the quick early morning,
the heavy plum purple time
between the 3 and the 5.
It's then begins the heaviest of hours
The time when you come calling
when the weight of you bangs at the door, when you lean back and watch the chimney smoke and wonder ...
let me in you say, let me in....
let me back in you murmur, in you mutter..
In you sob.
But I don't.....the weight of you
and the weight of everything
still pushes and piles against the entries
only mist and fog and crimson tears can cross these thresholds,
only they may worry the sills.
i let nothing in...you are not allowed,
the red of you, the danger of you ,
the weight of you....
pushes the Dawn
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
The weight of everything shapes the early morning,
the quick early morning,
the heavy plum purple time
between the 3 and the 5.
It's then begins the heaviest of hours
The time when you come calling
when the weight of you bangs at the door, when you lean back and watch the chimney smoke and wonder ...
let me in you say, let me in....
let me back in you murmur, in you mutter..
In you sob.
But I don't.....the weight of you
and the weight of everything
still pushes and piles against the entries
only mist and fog and crimson tears can cross these thresholds,
only they may worry the sills.
i let nothing in...you are not allowed,
the red of you, the danger of you ,
the weight of you....
pushes the Dawn
