Boggs (The)
The Passage
There's a ringing in my earAnd I fearI'll never get the chance again to hearThe sweetness of your voiceWhen you softly rejoiceWhispering quietly to me in my earOr,As when all the world stubles rushes inYou slip your step shin kissing your split chinBy the over-turned chair,Study the lightbulb hanging thereAnd reel back gasping grasping for your wind."Put it on me, I'll carry you and me, you will see."
From Letras Mania