toneless winds carry chimes that sigh
through the sliding grip of their clasped hands
that start the slow sinking engines of the great machine
solitude and quiet dreams
waking up in tall grass
still sticking together through all the endless decay
and since this season never ends I'll drink it away
inhaling long mists that wrap around graves
all laced up and ready to go
in a car with nothing but static whispers on the radio
the windows don't work
they've all been replaced by twilight films
the steering wheel is locked and we're speeding downhill
it won't be too bad
as long as you're there
as long as you...
2 comments:
That is the best opening line. My head goes all whirly from reading it.
Thanks for such a kind comment! I'm relly glad you like it! I'm not sure exactly where that line comes from but I'm pretty sure it's from around the East coast of the U.S....
Those kinds of winds seemed to blow around the seaside in October/November as I recall......
I always wished there were warm bonfires on the beach during those times...
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