Poem for a Blue Morning
Found myself reading through this beautifully harmonic collection of poetry this morning. Thought I should share a bit of the goodness.
Who Can Stay the Bottles of Heaven?
Loneliness is a rising music of
A space I can only go to without
You. The love-god says she’ll devote
A moment to make it up to me, move
Me back to your dance of spells, then above
To your pincushion eyes of light. She doubts
Anything can be done soon, she’s not about
To change her schedule for one lousy love.
I miss your cello voice, your midnight lows,
The color of your hair, and dancing blue
To blue-violet. I miss your until tomorrows,
The shape of your wrists, even the way you
Say loneliness can be cured with just two
Things only you and the love-god can know.
-From, Discography, by Sean Singer.
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