Lyrics
...You, like a falcon rock, glittering in
textured threadings from memories, deep.
Our day, arrayed in gloom,
the troops of cobblestones laced in snow,
our visage beyond our control.
A thousand painted highways sleep.
Forgotten white trails,
crystalline ripplings foaming sweet,
sunlit saplings draw the dusk in...
beneath meandering ancient memory keeps.
High in the tower, filled with memories,
flowing through your hair
in ancient memory keeps...
Toes pierce the napkin
around the lemon corner;
bell-boned thunder on your satin skin.
Electric slippers dance and deep-sing,
beneath meandering ancient keeps.
Through the willows, bell towers,
through a glimiss...
A black-bean artist in your hand
adorned with graveyard fog-flowers;
the shore beast hunting in hushed white drifts.
Wisps of children bang pans and things.
In the starlight, banging...
Starlight, luminous, on a moon-painted chair,
ghost-fruit between your fingers;
a sudden whirl through the window brings
textured threadings from memories, deep.