Ease Those Weary Nervous Eyes
Ease those weary nervous eyes A man is slowly being born Who walks in eerie bowers of bones And etches grins in river stones While waiting for the dawn And hush those voices full of fear His house up in the hills is safe And on the nights of harvest moons He’ll wander there and whistle tunes To call his pretty waif Forget those whispers in the night The traitors to the morning bring The darker spots he deigns to roam Are nothing more than seed and loam For daffodils that sing And still those frantic fingers now The fraying threads aren’t worth the pain They tangle up with dirt and sticks So burn them and their hidden tricks Til only hopes remain And chase away those fitful dreams Of empty rooms and dusty stairs For though his trinkets, tricks and treasures Seem to offer meagre pleasures They carry all his prayers So sigh away those furrowed brows And breathe away those dreary sighs No tragic fall is witnessed here Except the needless worried tear That drops from sunny skies And keep those heavy thoughts at bay They weigh too much for dread and air For as he tries to find the sea He’d rather die than ever be The cause of your despair
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