Tuesday, September 14, 2010

A Drink of the Rock

And if the night is dark it's better still for sleeping
And if the rain comes, it will quench your thirst
And if the rock is split it's still not yours for keeping.

I saw the children underneath the street-lamp creeping
I saw the darkness in the bulbs that burst
But if the night is dark, it's better still for sleeping.

I heard the lost and lonely ghosts that wander weeping
I heard the sound the living call accursed
So loud it split the rock that's still not yours for keeping.

I walked the shore while tides came in and water, deeping
Filled the hollow sands that were there first
And if the night is dark, it's better still for sleeping.

And if the harvest's dry, we know it's time for reaping
The world has turned for better or for worse
And if the rock is split, it's still not yours for keeping.

And if the rock is split, we'll drink the water seeping
cold as death from stony lips that purse
to tell us darker nights are better still for sleeping
and though the rock is split, it's still not ours for keeping.

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1 comment:

Jingle said...

a drink of the rock,
how smart!
love your spirits.