stop and listen.

Jul 16, 2004 15:19

Northern winds came whistling through evergreens,
Like trains.
One temper broods until a temperature breaks
And blooms -- smashing and tearing what we've worked toward.
One hand will break what the other hand builds.
Board the windows up, keep the cellar locked.
We'll feign restraint until it's over and settled.
Our wills are just as strong as the walls we built for them.
I won't rebuild what I have crumbled.
I'm tired.

What is faith -- it's been replaced by insurance policies.
Once one thing breaks, just have it replaced.
Like faith... once whistled through the trees
Now so still.
One hand will break what the other hand builds.

Board the windows up, keep the cellar locked.
You never know when little fevers could flare up. For ever day it's calm, there must be be something brewing.
There's always something storming through these evergreens,
Like trains.

Northern winds came,
Crashing-
And burning down our wills.
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