Seedy Seeds (The)
Changes Less The Moon
From where I stoodI could see the tides recedingCounting on the up leaves meCounting on the down, it seemsSteady, steady calmI am the language of the windmillAnd though I cannot tellWhere my body meets the ground, it seemsIn a fashioned lineI am uncertain and untiedOn fractured thoughts and broken sentencesAnd after all is doneI can lie down and shut my eyesOf open air and without fencesWhen I stop my headI can feel the movement swellingIt's coming up aroundIt's always coming up around, it seemsIn a fashioned lineI am uncertain and untiedOn fractured thoughts and broken sentencesAnd after all is doneI can lie down and shut my eyesOf open air and without fences
From Letras Mania