White Hall

Like being tethered to the breeze

A fleeting weakness in my knees
A constant lifting of my feet
From solid ground

Like holding on to something dear
While feeling constant fear
That that thing I hold so near
Will be lost never to be found

Like giving everything I have
But always holding a little back
Always pretending to be glad
When sometimes I am unwound

Like feeling something true
But never knowing what to do
Always waiting for bad news
So afraid to hear a sound

Is this feeling that I get
This hope I wont regret
But even as my blood lets
I love having her around

Foxglove

The land that withers

Covered in snow
The hands of lovers
That part in faint glow
Desperately needed keys
That have fallen to the ground
The piano singing with ease
Lost in chaotic sound
The blind, lame horse
That today meets it's fate
The black, haunting hearse
That arrived ten minutes late
The far away songs
You wish you could hear
The man recounting wrongs
With porno and beer
The hate in a woman
For everything new
The swindler with folded hands
Who laughs in the pew
Those who can hear
Those who drown out
The end that draws near
A famine, a drought