curchbells cry

There is a hole in the heart of the world
pouting lips and crying eyes
there is a hole in the heart of the bride
pouring out her love
there is a wound in the flesh of the songbird
its bleeding
so save it
wrap it an a blanket-nest and hide it in your heart-wound to heal
make it live and live again and live yourself while you can
run and jump from turret and bell-tower
sing your heart out as you fall
pouting lips and crying eyes
don't be afraid to try and fly
I would, too-but I'm too far gone
I'm the clock ticking/ticking
hear me cry-it sounds like churchbells.


(c) 2011