Scratchy Tune
How long does one wait
to hear flowers grow?
And where in this world
are nightmares sweet?
How far from ourselves
would two Valiums go?
When we fly towards raindrops
and the sound of the bees
will the movement of dawn
have the trembling cease?
And the glass there beside you
the one in your hand
Does it serve as the sceptre
for your castle of sand?
There is no one beside you
completely alone
Devoid of all shadow
the tears are your own
Why are you fleeing?
Where can you go?
Did you feel the moon’s colours
when life’s passion was low?
There is no end
No beginning it seems
Your yearnings, your strivings
nothing but dreams
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