The Dreaming Pool
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There's a sweetness in the danger Something fleeting, sharp, divine, Like a language I don't speak yet But I know each broken line, How a stranger becomes prophecy How a moment steals its time. Sway, sway In the pull of you Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah In the pull of you Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I sway in the pull of you In the heat I shouldn't trust, Reason tells me…
Then the rust set in, and it went a bit mad, kept the spiders company, They were the only friends it had.
In this dream, I am living on the ground floor apartment, with a laneway behind the patio and trees. I hear sirens, loud radios, and I move my patio curtains aside to see cop cars and red lights filling the alleyway. Many people walking back and forth. I see many officers in plain clothing coming somehow through the bushes to the laneway that connects the ground floor units.. all holding what…
I’m a kaleidoscope in your hands, Turn me once—I don’t align. Turn me twice—I almost fit, you want answers, I want why.
And I am only partly here, half in, half disappeared.
Your tattoos hold experience skin etched with blood and fire.
Gold in the laughter, silver in the scars, woven in the tapestry of who we are.
Song Lyric, reworked from poem: Farewell to Winter
That’s the dream killer, the scene stealer,The thing that snuffs your spark,The voice that whispers nothing,And drags you back into the dark.
You are silk that turns in circles round your form, around your soul. The fabric moves, a secret rhythm, a song to make me whole.
