song 20

a.
Apple to the muzzle.
Lure the piece into the puzzle
Dancing threes and sevens
Shambolic. Dowsing
Rhyming
Like water
An easy conversation
Against a year one wall
His mothers pride,
The dragonfly wing didn’t sleep at all
Walk lost
In a foreign city
Under the moon and over the sea
Love-in-strangeness, you have the better part of me
Moon’s in a far off place
It won’t be long
It won’t be long
It won’t because it can’t be long
Because you know I don’t belong
And furthermore I shan’t belong
To anyone but you

b.
Too bright
The sunny side of sleep street
What were we learning
Setting the watch back, the watch forward
Love will not be simple
Will be ancient and accidental
Finding ways to get lost is your hometown
The archive, guitar, piano
Where do we go
Distance is one way to know each other
The more you are a future
The more you are the urgent stranger
Once upon a, once upon… Turns the past to a way things will be
Singing a few sounds just to hold the melody
What are we learning
The hurt is not yet as tired as we are
Next time, next time we’ll get it right
Peace will be typical

c.
The room’s a river, a ruin of tide pools.
A barren, a Burren, mobbed by the sea or abandoned by it.
Repetitive bed, river’s nowhere to lay your head.
Lagged in Europe
Lost and strange
Wrestling as a fish in air
Prince
Dauntless
Foreign city
Sleep less
Sleepless

d.
A kind of rain that you don’t mind walking in and
Syllables we sing, just to hold the melody
Tune building, engineering
Every note up into a church of hours
A way of burning up thinking, and making a gift of burning
For a prince is a delicate thing
Sky is an old drawer, the laundry is tangled,
Can’t find the threes and sevens, the footwork’s a puzzle
Prepare! And…
His Medieval mind
Sings just like a bird
Speechless

e.
“I am far from sentimental or romantic
And I like to think I’m strictly up to date
But at times the dancing gets a bit too frantic
In these hectic days of 1428”

Sky’s an old drawer, the laundry is tangled
Can’t find the threes and sevens, footwork’s a puzzle
If I may say it romantically – under the moon and over the sea
Love-in-strangeness, you have the better part of me
Distance is one way to know each other
The more you are a future, the more you are
The urgent stranger
Once upon. Once upon a –

f.
In the Belgium of the night, devise a test
Chocolate and china, international signs of live-ness
Have an easy conversation against a wall
That’s sixteen hundred years old
In my soul: the beauty of the bog
In my memory: the magic of the mud
Soul, continent, clock: the all-the-way-around
He finds his
Sound

g.
“My dad was debonair and quite as light as air
In his very soft shoes
How he could dip and glide
And skip and slip and slide
In his very soft shoes…
Walking through the meadow in the morning is like walking through glue!”

The moon picks up the house
I hear plates breaking, memory divorced from reason and will
The hurt is not yet tired as I am
Traveling Europe. Apple to the muzzle
Pushing the puzzle, dancing threes and sevens
Shambolic. Swimming in;
Rhyming
Like water
The room is a river, a ruin of tide pools
A barren, a Burren, mobbed by the sea or abandoned by it

“Tonight I love you less
Than I will tomorrow morning.”

h.
Repetitive bed
Syllables to hold the melody in your head
A kind of rain you don’t mind walking in
Finding ways to get lost is your hometown

I hear plates breaking
Memory puzzled from reason and will
All signs of liveness
Once Upon a Mattress
Prince Dauntless

It is a delicate thing
Devise a test
Didn’t sleep at all

It won’t be long
It won’t be long
It won’t because it can’t be long
Because you know I don’t belong
And furthermore I shan’t belong
To anyone but you
And…
His Medieval mind
Sings just like a bird

prime
Apple to the muzzle
Pushing the puzzle, dancing
Threes and sevens
Shambolic. Dowsing
Rhyming like water
Easy conversation at a year-one wall

Under the moon and over the sea
Walk lost in a foreign city
Love-in-strangeness,
You have the better part of me

Dragonfly wing
What were we learning
Setting the watch back, the watch forward?
Love will not be simple
Will be ancient and accidental
“Tonight I love you less
Than I will tomorrow morning.”

Urgent stranger
The hurt is not yet as tired as we are
Room’s a river,
A ruin of tides
A barren, a Burren, mobbed by the sea or abandoned by it
Every note a church of hours
A way of burning up thinking, and making a gift of burning

A prince is a delicate thing
Prepare! And…
His Medieval mind
Sings just like a bird:

It won’t be long
It won’t be long
It won’t because it can’t be long
And furthermore I shan’t belong
To anyone but you

Be with me; I’m with you

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