new winterwake song
//written thursday night, played friday night

[the boy with one leg is winning the race.]

when you see through your new eyes
past the brushstrokes of fear
and the painted disguise
it will be a beginning

the sun slows enough
you put your heart on the table
to find the bruise
the words you use
meet together in the air
that is filled with a presence you had never understood

now it's music to your ears
you know the melody like youve seen it
now it's music to your ears
now you're dancing and you mean it

the way hope would bless you with wings as a child
the way hope would bless you to stand undefiled

(written all over my body) : let's arrange another happenstance meeting

my bones are sometimes brittle, please be gentle with me.

(i know you know.)

oh how the days are darker when you stop and wait and see the way colors fold and spin around ideas that you had when you were younger. now climb up the stairs to the attic and maybe you will remember why you used to smile and mean it.