Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Sunday, February 19, 2012

In the Arms of the World



she sleeps with the windows open to the night
the air so cold, the moon so bright
the rain like a daughter of neptune lost in the flood

the dogs and the cats, curled up in bed
the wind in their dreams the color of red
somewhere down the street is the innocent mud

and the waters flow back to the sea
and the sun is shining in eternity
and the sky is wheeling like a great bird
we are living and dying
in the arms of the world

the garden waits for the spring to arrive
the soil turned and so full of life
the birds dancing like dinosaurs with wings

she turns on the bed and flashes a smile
gives me a kiss on the radio dial
we are the paupers, we are the kings and queens

and the waters flow back to the sea
and the sun is shining in eternity
and the sky is wheeling like a great bird
we are living and dying
in the arms of the world

there is horrible news from the milky way
the speed of light is on holiday
and the book you read last night has just been sold

but the coffee has brewed in Jerusalem
and god has an exhibit in the museum
with any luck there will be new stories told

and the waters flow back to the sea
and the sun is shining in eternity
and the sky is wheeling like a great bird
we are living and dying
in the arms of the world

i hear her talking in the other room
laughing like a child at the edge of doom
using the phone to cure a friend

and the cats are hungry and the dogs agree
let's feed everybody and play by the sea
there is no beginning and there is no end

and the waters flow back to the sea
and the sun is shining in eternity
and the sky is wheeling like a great bird
we are living and dying
in the arms of the world

she turns on the bed and flashes a smile
gives me a kiss on the radio dial
we are the paupers, we are the kings and queens

For Donna~

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