melancho remix

26/09/2014

dark thunderheads approach

through the windows here

I am this body that aches  

creaks alone

day is passing white sand

through my fingers 

evening comes as a remedy 

soothing as a lotion 

cracked skin of my land

drink of the old solution 

the song of Solomon it carries
as a siren across the tide

drowning in the creek
face down in the stagnant water

I hide in the grasses 

weeping for my lost shepherd

in the darkness I am racked 

for my heart is over the moor 

with sadness on his brow 

like was his trade