THESE DAYS ARE BUT MOLECULES
Sally left her coat out in the rain,
buckle shoes, umbrella lie in streams
from paint box the colors run, from cold blue to
indigo
solemn the days did come, still solemn they go.
And the rains came down
Teardrops trickle
down her window room
gray clouds gather weeping out their hue
from white dress young Sunday girl,
to black clad dark
misty eyes
these hours were not your friend, your garden doth
die.
And the sands came down
Sally rides her
bike up to the square
Strides of silent wonder, blue eyes stare
Her cottage sinks far away, over her shoulder small
the pathways snake endlessly, it’s ending unknown.
Still she moves along
Sally
sits out by the forest edge,
picking all the borrows from her hair
untangle the messy briar, tender locks fall undone
like black velvet orphan child, no friend to the sun
these
days are but molecules, gathering flow
recklessly
and chemical spools are we, each swirling unspun
still the days come down
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth