Handprint

2002

Is it bright where you are bound?
You said it was radiant there,
With your head up in the clouds.
And I don't mean to be the rain;
Don't mean to say what I can't say
But I was thinking of you.

You are weird and eloquent
Kinda the way music bends
Into a somber repose
That's the way your wave goes

The gray clouds lay down on you
You’ve got raindrops in your hair
But you walk away flawless
Like you’d never even been there.

The sound gives way to the incident
Of the way you make light spin
Far away from innocence
But so close to my own handprint

I’m taking notes with my eyes
Got a volume three miles wide
And you are just looking on
As you sing the most depression song
And you dedicate it
To me

I would move across the floor
But the floor is not that clean
And you have yet to recover
From all the violence you’ve seen

And if the urgency was now
Guess you’re a little late
There’s not a moment to lose
Not even to anticipate

The sound gives way to the incident
Of the way you make the damn light spin
When I was so far from innocence
But so close to my own handprint

Reviews

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How beautiful. This is very cryptic, which I love, leaving so much to the imagination, which is where I believe music and literature should take us. You're articulate and have a broad range of thoughts and ideas, all deserving of being unleashed. Thank the Greater Reality for that. This is true, real art, and I am so thrilled to have read it. I genuinely have no critique.