Talk to me, oh summer's day,
please, lift me from my silence,
this painted room
is an eventual tomb,
if you don't lead the way.
Take me up in purpled light,
please, fortify my garden,
this barren land
and all this shifting sand,
it barricades my sight.
So, with all the time that I have left,
there beats totality in my chest,
as I cling to all that is sublime,
I've paid my dues and served my time.
And time, time always comes to my mind,
how shadows lengthen and clocks will wind,
but I'll tarry for you, oh summer's day,
as you take me from my heart's affray.
Talk to me, oh childhood's end,
please, gift me with your wisdom,
this tarot card
predicts a future hard,
in the absence of a friend.
Love me now, as I fall and bow
at the mercy of discovery,
I'll take with me
only memories,
in this paradise recovery.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Talk to me, oh summer's day,
please, lift me from my silence,
this painted room
is an eventual tomb,
if you don't lead the way.
Take me up in purpled light,
please, fortify my garden,
this barren land
and all this shifting sand,
it barricades my sight.
So, with all the time that I have left,
there beats totality in my chest,
as I cling to all that is sublime,
I've paid my dues and served my time.
And time, time always comes to my mind,
how shadows lengthen and clocks will wind,
but I'll tarry for you, oh summer's day,
as you take me from my heart's affray.
Talk to me, oh childhood's end,
please, gift me with your wisdom,
this tarot card
predicts a future hard,
in the absence of a friend.
Love me now, as I fall and bow
at the mercy of discovery,
I'll take with me
only memories,
in this paradise recovery.
c
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