November
I've wandered down that stony path that led it's way to you,
in light, in darkness I have stumbled, my spirit blown by changing winds
and still the wind is sometimes blowing. I can't tell how strong it is.
I stand in my own neighbourhood, I don't know where I've been.
All these memories come rushing back,
so many faces, brilliant colours that have slowly faded to grey.
I recognize them no more.
I look at the shirts I used to wear, and they don't fit anymore,
I look at my hair, it's curlier now and shorter than it used to be.
My reflection means too much, and getting things done seems meaningless
and I can't always tell if I drown or float in these warm and darkened waters.
I used to go and hide behind trees, counting out until I could open my eyes
and track down all of my friends.
One snowflake blowing along with the rest until I'd melt away.
Now I struggle to hold on to the things I think I know,
clinging to what reveals it's self in ever-changing poetry,
sinking deeper into my heart, each cut is deeper than before
but I cannot let go of you.
Your picture burned into my mind, it stayed there all this time.
Sometimes you fall, sometimes I catch you,
sometimes I stumble through turns and tangles only ever with myself
And shut the door that's usually so transparent.
A shadow that follows you, listening, whispering,
speaking the truth once again.
A mirror reflecting who you are and what you mean to me.
Strange things that come to me in dreams too real to be the truth,
standing there wondering if you'll embrace me
or if you'll walk off into the distance.
I've been in the distance, in the mist, I cannot go back there again
to feeling nothing but stillness, numbness, thinking that was it.
My eyes, my hands, my mouth is open to the rain that falls before me,
that rush of laughing light you bring, the words you speak that settle into me,
at one with the world I live in.
That sweet night comes back to me now, when I thought for a moment that I'd be alone
but then you came to comfort me, whispering in the dark.
Part of something, nobody could hear us whispering in the dark.
I stand up taller, speak a bit louder now that you're by my side.
All you feel hits me in the face, I drown inside myself.
Maybe I'm a constant star and you're the shimmering darkness,
but a shadow without the light
and what's the light without the darkness?
Maybe I'm a bit insane,
maybe art is my therapy.
Maybe you're the reason why I can't fall asleep sometimes.
I'm the sand in which you walk, leaving footprints everywhere.
I have spun in circles on the grass, I thought the sky was blue.
I used to be pushed on a swing and read while crowds of people were talking.
I drew, I sang, I wrote pages that were scattered like leaves across my desk,
but I was on my own,
unknowing of the empty space I had until there was you.
in light, in darkness I have stumbled, my spirit blown by changing winds
and still the wind is sometimes blowing. I can't tell how strong it is.
I stand in my own neighbourhood, I don't know where I've been.
All these memories come rushing back,
so many faces, brilliant colours that have slowly faded to grey.
I recognize them no more.
I look at the shirts I used to wear, and they don't fit anymore,
I look at my hair, it's curlier now and shorter than it used to be.
My reflection means too much, and getting things done seems meaningless
and I can't always tell if I drown or float in these warm and darkened waters.
I used to go and hide behind trees, counting out until I could open my eyes
and track down all of my friends.
One snowflake blowing along with the rest until I'd melt away.
Now I struggle to hold on to the things I think I know,
clinging to what reveals it's self in ever-changing poetry,
sinking deeper into my heart, each cut is deeper than before
but I cannot let go of you.
Your picture burned into my mind, it stayed there all this time.
Sometimes you fall, sometimes I catch you,
sometimes I stumble through turns and tangles only ever with myself
And shut the door that's usually so transparent.
A shadow that follows you, listening, whispering,
speaking the truth once again.
A mirror reflecting who you are and what you mean to me.
Strange things that come to me in dreams too real to be the truth,
standing there wondering if you'll embrace me
or if you'll walk off into the distance.
I've been in the distance, in the mist, I cannot go back there again
to feeling nothing but stillness, numbness, thinking that was it.
My eyes, my hands, my mouth is open to the rain that falls before me,
that rush of laughing light you bring, the words you speak that settle into me,
at one with the world I live in.
That sweet night comes back to me now, when I thought for a moment that I'd be alone
but then you came to comfort me, whispering in the dark.
Part of something, nobody could hear us whispering in the dark.
I stand up taller, speak a bit louder now that you're by my side.
All you feel hits me in the face, I drown inside myself.
Maybe I'm a constant star and you're the shimmering darkness,
but a shadow without the light
and what's the light without the darkness?
Maybe I'm a bit insane,
maybe art is my therapy.
Maybe you're the reason why I can't fall asleep sometimes.
I'm the sand in which you walk, leaving footprints everywhere.
I have spun in circles on the grass, I thought the sky was blue.
I used to be pushed on a swing and read while crowds of people were talking.
I drew, I sang, I wrote pages that were scattered like leaves across my desk,
but I was on my own,
unknowing of the empty space I had until there was you.