John & Mary Piles Of Dead Leaves
Piles of dead leaves
Warm wind blowing crab apple trees
Hands to the sky
Eye at the keyhole on bended bare knees
Lying face-down
Small eyes glancing room all around
Dark at the stairs
The warm wind blowing breath through hair
Without a home alone
Suffering and not saying so
That lesser souls will never see me
Turning back again and again
I went my way
Looking around at scars on the ground
You went your way
Naming the stars, the shells, the trees
Susie and me
Riding our bikes and swinging from trees
Mud in our toes
Red rocks glowing in the glistening stream
And catching raindrops few
Iridescence in the haze
The colors twisting in and out
The crunch the creak the crackle the crow
And you on your way to school
Me sitting home alone
Playing with the dusty things
Waiting for the hall clock's chime to ring
And you on your way to school
Me sitting home alone
Playing with the dusty things
Waiting for the hall clock's chime and ring
We were two
Just two-you-you-you-you
And everything we did so far
Lightning bugs in canning jars
And rocks and rings and funny things
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Late Sunday night
There on the table, package from you
Woolen bright socks,
Stripes and knots of burgundy blues
Soles have been worn
Playing around in different times
Sometimes when I sleep
The sounds from the window, they bring me on back
When we went away
Dancing in the rain
I was splashing you here everywhere, you
And you on your way to school
Me sitting home alone
Rocks and rings and funny things
In our boxes, all away
I collected more than you
When fishing, this and that with you
Rocks and rings and funny things all around you
All around you
All around you
All around you.
