(a relevant song poem)
tiny tracks pt. 1
ah ma we wake after so many hours
in a strange unknowable place
there’s good and there’s bad and there’s love and there’s power
but out here they all look the same
ah ma the dog cannot see in the night
so she doubts every change in the wind
you turned in your sleep and you made love to me
then we fell back to dreaming again
morning comes
up so slow
shining seas
golden shores
ah ma they’re waiting to wear us away
and we know it and we’re letting them in
i know their checks are a sure way to die
but i’ll do it if they ask me again
ah ma i said the tide’s coming in
if you asked me to leave now i would
they tell me love is a losing delusion
that i need you more than anyone should
morning comes
up so slow
shining seas
golden shores
ah ma i said i’m no good in their world
i am dying from distraction
i’ve seen the eyes of the internet girls
i am weary of their attraction
and i know this longing for what won’t be found
is a line from ten thousand songs
they tell me i can be somebody now
and i thank them but i know they’re wrong
cause right now the wind is howling blind
and you tell me it’s time to get out
the hush of the doorsweep the deep breath of night
we shatter the frost on the ground
and way out beyond the tall yellow grass
that cut tiny tracks in our arms
we see the first light distant and soft
and realize we’ve been in the dark
morning comes
up so slow
shining seas
golden shores