Tuesday, August 11, 2009

curiouser and curiouser or dreams of wicked storms.

There’s a menacing motion
An angry sound inside the trees
A droning wind of questions
Singing with the weary bees

A society of pilgrims
Taking hold of pirate ships
A voice that whispers urban hymns
As the sinking sunlight slips

So speed through the streets
And make amends with me
Let the warring cease
And bring release

Ticking clocks like tame tornadoes
Reminders keeping us in time
Lest we make a brand new rhythm
Lest we find another rhyme

They say there’s nothing new above us
Nothing blooming in our heads
But we’re waiting on that something
That we haven’t fathomed yet

So speed through the streets
And make amends with me
Let the warring cease
And bring release