Superstition

I was comfortable 

For a short while 

Like it would be ok 

If you saw me in 

The yellow light�"

I thought you saw me 

White against 

The falling snow

On manor rooves 

On cottage shingles.

I thought it was about 

The grass 

Being greener�"

The train, running

Jumping into you

Into your heart. 

Now as I draw away

Into myself�"

Into the foggy 

Mirrored visage 

That I was certain 

Had something to do 

With God and Fate

You’ve told me outright 

That it isn’t real. 

And I saw 

I saw how I looked 

In yellow light 

In laughter, in pain 

In the stormy field. 

It was never about 

Owning ducks and geese 

Hanging cotton sheets 

Having late evening tea.

Your arms weren’t open

To catch me 

When the train arrived.

I saw myself 

Through the holes 

In your soul, aching

For the thread to follow.

And you ask me 

Why I don’t still love you 

Like I used to.

I feel you’re asking God 

To attend your wedding 

After I’ve only just been 

To his funeral.

I have died on this sword

So much, so much.

Every time

I think of your face 

I remember you from 

Years ago�"

How I thought you 

Were looking at me 

In the yellow light.

I’m embarrassed to admit 

I was wrong about you.

I spoke you like

My bible.

I was superstitious before�"

And tonight I believe

In nothing.

I was comfortable

In a life I never lived

With you

Who was never real. 

Reviews

[willweb]

Wow, this one has a circular feel to it. Kind of an abstract sphere that changes as it moves. Really cool