Songs added to a reservoir,
\nfalling on shore like waves.
\nAs if my ears had filled up
\nand wanted to be opened.
\nSo hungry for sound.
\nHow often have I told
\nmy heart this,
\nstop mooning over the past.
\nRereading letters,
\nwhere you jumped into victory
\noff a cape,
\nand forgot the crimes committed
\nin your lust for life.
\nThe glory and rubbish
\nof things sacred.
\nAll of it taking away
\na piece of rainbow,
\na note that flew to infinity.
\nLove that crushed into wine
\nand filled me with sun.<\/p>\n
I want to return to a station
\nthat I left.
\nHear soft things
\nthat faded unknowing
\ninto nothing.
\nFeel ache in my fingers
\ntouching someone.
\nFind paper
\nwhere nothing has been said
\nand put down a poem.
\nDay to day,
\nto hear a train return
\nthat left me behind,
\nand keep time
\nto melodies
\nlife plays in my ears.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Songs added to a reservoir, falling on shore like waves. As if my ears had filled up and wanted to be opened. So hungry for…<\/p>\n