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The whispers of a thousand ladybugs Caught in a strand of sunbeam Became slurred One more White Russian Sloshed down and stirred In the belly of that brilliant star Gave birth to sweet summer The seventh month, day five Seemed silent in comparison to the night before Where blasts became a long drone And drowned out that roaring train Which would (on any other night) Rattle the blinds of this small home We see that it is soon to be emptied And even more quickly, after, To be full once more We are at the crossroads Of interspace and matter But those thousand tiny wings Kick up dust off our old albums and memory boxes And leave them hanging there Suspended in threads of light Such big eyes we have All the better to dream with Sleepwalkers, forevermore
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
Sleep Through Summer
The whispers of a thousand ladybugs Caught in a strand of sunbeam Became slurred One more White Russian Sloshed down and stirred In the belly of that brilliant star Gave birth to sweet summer The seventh month, day five Seemed silent in comparison to the night before Where blasts became a long drone And drowned out that roaring train Which would (on any other night) Rattle the blinds of this small home We see that it is soon to be emptied And even more quickly, after, To be full once more We are at the crossroads Of interspace and matter But those thousand tiny wings Kick up dust off our old albums and memory boxes And leave them hanging there Suspended in threads of light Such big eyes we have All the better to dream with Sleepwalkers, forevermore
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kira-ferguson
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
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