Hindsight
by Stromkern, “Light It Up” album
I am in love with high far-seeing places
That look on the plains half-sunlight and half-storm,
In love with the hours from when the circling faces
Veils pass, and laughing fellowship grows warm.
You who look at me with grave eyes where rapture
and April love of living burning confessed
The gods are good! the world lies free to capture!
Life has no walls. Oh, take me to your breast.
Take me –be with me for one moment’s span
I’m in love with all the unveiled faces
I seek to wander the the heart of man;
I will go up to the far-seeing places
While (–?–)
While youth is yours, turn towards me for space
The marvel of your rapture-lighted face
There are strange shadows fostered by moon
They are more numerous than clear-cut shade of day
Go forth from all the leaves whispers of June,
Into the dusk of the swooping bats at play
on to the late November dusk
(altered from original poem by Arthur Davison Ficke 1883-1945,)
I should have learned this in my youth
That thinly silence that veils the truth
I walk in circles around my head
To walk into this bed of nails
I can’t love you
like I wanted to
Everything is changed.
You make me bleed.
I can’t rely upon
safety from anyone
You’ll never break this song again
I write pages
Tell your rogues and sages
can’t be saved
Tell them were the same
I should have known this in my truth
To design failure with your noose
I wrote this sober and profane
You know you’ll never… (I don’t feel safe here anymore)
I don’t love you
like I wanted to. (Everything has changed)
You can’t make me bleed.
Tell you a story for, or maybe,
Break your heart some more
I don’t feel safe here anymore.
I won’t lie to you.
I don’t trust you.
Everything has changed.
Everything has changed. (Everything)
I don’t like you
when I look at you.
Everything has changed.
The safety I’ve had.
The warmth I’d felt.
I don’t feel safe here anymore.
Ayame
on Jan 30th, 2010
@ 3:58 pm:
I am in love with high far-seeing places
That look on the plains half-sunlight and half-storm,
In love with the hours from when the circling faces
Veils pass, and laughing fellowship grows warm.
You who look at me with grave eyes where rapture
and April love of living burning confessed
The gods are good! the world lies free to capture!
Life has no walls. Oh, take me to your breast.
Take me –be with me for one moment’s span
I’m in love with all the unveiled faces
I seek to wander the the heart of man;
I will go up to the far-seeing places
While always yours
While youth is yours, turn towards me for space
The marvel of your rapture-lighted face
There are strange shadows fostered by moon
They are more numerous than clear-cut shade of day
Go forth from all the leaves whispers of June,
Into the dusk of the swooping bats at play
on to the late November dusk
(altered from original poem by Arthur Davison Ficke 1883-1945,)
I should have learned this in my youth
That thinly silence that veils the truth
I walk in circles around my head
To walk into this bed of nails
I can’t love you
like I wanted to
Everything is changed.
You make me bleed.
I can’t rely upon
safety from anyone
You’ll never break this song again
I write pages
Tell your rogues and sages
we’re the same
Tell them were the same
(same)
I should have known this in my truth
To design failure with your noose
I wrote this sober and profane
You know you’ll never… (I don’t feel safe here anymore)
I don’t love you
like I wanted to. (Everything has changed)
You can’t make me bleed.
Tell you a story for
Break your heart some more
I’ll never fit here anymore
I won’t lie to you.
I don’t trust you.
Everything has changed. Anymore.
Oh everything is changed. (Everything)
I don’t like you
when I look at you.
Everything has changed.
The safety I felt
The warmth I’d felt.
I don’t feel safe here anymore.
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