patches of you

Your lives have become mine

Your lives, they have become mine

Run up and down my spine

On my face, above my eyes

 

I love you like a child

My darlings, I love you like a child

But there are days I’m feeling vile

And I can’t explain to others why

 

Then patches of you come out of my life

Leaving behind spots of desert all white

And you fall to the floor

 

I look in the mirror and I see what I’ve done

I have to start over to love anyone

As you fell to the floor

I wish I could say no more

 

You belong where you are

My darlings, you belong where you are

But there are days where I can’t see

Why you must lay there easily

 

I grab you with my hands

And throw you out from there

And I see broken pieces of you

To remind me of the fact that I should care

 

Patches of you coming out of my life

Leaving behind spots of desert all white

As you fall to the floor

 

I look in the mirror and I see what I’ve done

I have to start over to love anyone

As you return to life

I only say, it’ll soon be all right

 

Soon be all right, be all right

floor as gray as the clouds outside

yellow doors we share

our backs are turned toward the wall

and off into space we go and stare

we hear the beat of claps and drums

and walls being thumped with palms held tight

you never hear this during the day

the sound is only heard at night

and if you go look closely

you see people sitting there

with voices raised for better days

even if words don’t bring straight As

the soul that comes from songbirds

is all that one can ever hope

so, lela and ana, play a song

maybe one that we might know

metsa

the top of the tree line is like a seismic wave

shaking humanity with its great amplitude