copper taste of minstrel's ode
lingers there upon my tongue
this mist of grayest day tinkers for no one
fortune claims our solitary path
scarlet bands
holding fast
not of land, no promise tendered
held in place by something better
scar tissue armors soft apple places
where hands lingered melting thru
(collide burns electric-blue)
while birds & demons speak in tongues
skin to bone
no laurel eases
as hearts hideaway from comet's night
knowing only smoke & light
unchain the song
repair the key
our souls gray with ash'd debris
jeans unfurled by ankles pool
pick a card any card!
I choose the fool
pick a card any card!
I choose the fool
you & i
of
fire & sky
not of land
no promise tendered
held in place by something better
