söndag 26 oktober 2008

She's a part of a poetry and I long to hear her talk

Here I am
I need your shoulder sister, I need your hand
to help me stand,
'cause there's a hurricane wherever I land

Tomorrow, Olivia, when the snow whirl's round
I will be waiting on the lee side hiding from the storm
And any evening when the heavy sky falls
you will be catching it before it even reaches my door
'Cause like the core of a star
I belong where you are, Olivia

I see her scars, as her golden hair lightens up the dark
She's a part of a poetry, and I long to hear her talk
She is standing by the river
I know this season makes her bitter
But you're the core of my heart
and you belong in my arms, Olivia