Then the voices fade away.
You step out into the light.
New eyes scan the road,
empty but for painted lines;
towers of empty glass,
soaking up the sunlight.
Soaking up the sunlight
and keeping it all inside.
She's moved by the thought of sky
and how the circle married the line,
parading her garments like
they reflected the light of the moon
before the clouds had moved,
before the maria were clear.
She maintains a painting
in the morning when we're not there.
You can call it fire,
you can call it light:
an eye inside
of a larger mind.
Map my blood!
Align my sight!
and I'll go
try and make it whole again!
They warned you not to trust the earth
and the words you heard her sing:
"act not for what it brings,
for nothing is the only ink."
Now you think of light as scar
and play your part for the moon:
lifted by balloons
and carried on past the stars.
You can call it fire,
you can call it light:
an eye inside
of a larger mind.
Map my blood!
Align my sight!
and I'll go and
try to make it whole again.
“Portraits” is a collection of expertly drawn narrative songs with sharply observed lyrics and rustic instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 25, 2022