Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Monday, November 07, 2011

mother at the end of day

she rides the years on her special bike
with a bell and mandolin
there's a basket and a silver charm
she is riding in the wind
all the people stop and wave hello
she's a special little girl
when she turns around there's no one there
she must live inside the world
she must live inside the world

i can see her near the tidal pools
the sun is shining on the sea
golden locks with eyes like pearls
inviting starfish up for tea
the sun sets like a movie star
roll the credits, time to go
she feels the sand between her toes
it is all she'll ever know
she feels the sand between her toes
it is all she'll every know

the mother at the end of day
flying kites and chocolate pies
delicious mysteries of life
we are fading in her eyes
we are fading in her eyes

her car becomes a rocketship
dodging meteors in rain
the freeway just another trip
there are sparks down memory lane
she parked above the western moon
the water catching beams of light
she's forgotten her own living room
she cannot go out at night

i saw her eat a tangerine
i heard her laughing in the dark
when i returned she wasn't there
no more room on Noah's ark
the flood will bear us to the top
we will wait inside the haze
there is but one who will listen there
mother at the end of day

the mother at the end of day
flying kites and chocolate pies
delicious mysteries of life
we are fading in her eyes
we are fading in her eyes

she rides the years on her special bike
with a bell and mandolin
there's a basket and a silver charm
she is riding in the wind
all the people stop and wave hello
she's a special little girl
when she turns around there's no one there
she must live inside the world
she must live inside the world

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