And so I thought I'd died enough
To wake Diana in the night.
Diana sits and looks at me.
She holds the veil up, the breeze
Comes whistling through my hollow knees,
I glimpse light moving in the trees,
The crown dances,
Birds in flames,
I thought I'd never be released
To sift,
To fertilise,
To rouse
These common grounds.
Diana sits and looks at me.
She lifts the bow,
Strings in me pick up a melody.
I conjure up another spring by clapping twice
And in between my fingers lightning strikes.
My face is solemn, stiff and long.
I scatter seeds around and I
Believe that I belong.
I am so powerful, you know,
But you can see right through the bluff.
My boat can carry two but you
Will drift above the river of...
Among the blue you'll meet those who...
Who'd noticed something in the stream
Then stomped their feet and laughed.
It's still a mystery to me
How you can evidently be
Somewhere outside.
But facts are stubborn,
Runes in stone
When spread around on the lawn
Do illustrate in solid form
How I can be and how I am
Preposterously wrong.
I do accept,
I do agree,
My bow is polite,
But secretly, my little one,
I know that I am right.
You see,
I'm selfish like a cat who busks in morning light.
You dance,
You laugh,
You sing for me,
Just me.
Right now.
Inside.
