No River
Posted: March 31st, 2008, 4:01 pm
we quenched our fires in the cool and deep
and we fell asleep on the shore.
but now it’s morning and time to leave
and there ain’t no river anymore.
the flashing turning beneath the sun’s long burning
the leaves and blossoms it bore
there was no dawn, there was only mourning
and there ain’t no river anymore.
come ash, come petals, come gasoline
come snow and seed and core
they came to wash out in the stream
but there ain’t no river anymore.
the wind turned dry, lifted a sigh
left the wish and the willow before
just like eyes cry, and dust to die,
there ain’t no river anymore.
the burn is deeper than the bend below
below the bed, beyond the lore
below the salt, the silt, the stone
'til there ain’t no river anymore.
now the willow cries only empty tears
and the stones can only leave us sore
but I’ll carry one with me through the years
‘cause there ain’t no river anymore.
I’ll be sleeping through the storm again
seeking and dreaming for
the key to carry, the call and ken
when there ain’t no river anymore.
it’s time we walk and lift our heads
and bury the blooms you wore
write their secret names in the empty bed
since there ain’t no river anymore.
and we fell asleep on the shore.
but now it’s morning and time to leave
and there ain’t no river anymore.
the flashing turning beneath the sun’s long burning
the leaves and blossoms it bore
there was no dawn, there was only mourning
and there ain’t no river anymore.
come ash, come petals, come gasoline
come snow and seed and core
they came to wash out in the stream
but there ain’t no river anymore.
the wind turned dry, lifted a sigh
left the wish and the willow before
just like eyes cry, and dust to die,
there ain’t no river anymore.
the burn is deeper than the bend below
below the bed, beyond the lore
below the salt, the silt, the stone
'til there ain’t no river anymore.
now the willow cries only empty tears
and the stones can only leave us sore
but I’ll carry one with me through the years
‘cause there ain’t no river anymore.
I’ll be sleeping through the storm again
seeking and dreaming for
the key to carry, the call and ken
when there ain’t no river anymore.
it’s time we walk and lift our heads
and bury the blooms you wore
write their secret names in the empty bed
since there ain’t no river anymore.