Ease Those Weary Nervous Eyes

23 Oct 2008

mackka
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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