Wednesday, April 22, 2009

comfort


mourning dove outside my house

after the heat wave
now dark gloomy days

maybe 'cause there are extra clouds
on the skies today, or
maybe 'cause not always
all love stories go too well

but today comfort calls my name
with this little song and
with this mourning dove
who comes to be fed
every morning of
every day

she cooing sings
I, seem to be repeating
after her
won't you come to comfort me?



with rocks in my dress
and smoke in my hair
I walked into a lake
to get some sleep down in there

won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?

With minnows in my belly
and deep in my veins
the breath-robbin' lightning
was making diamonds of rain

won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?

dreamed I was born on a mountain on the moon
Where nothing grows or ever rots
I dreamed that I had me a daughter
who was magnificent as a horse

won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
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