i dont want to feel this thing,
this curiosity...
this feeling that there's more to see,
to touch, to revel in
than such as i've allowed myself to feel.
tacit scandalous rebellion
looming in the wings...
the palace guard have left their posts,
gone home - so there was no one
to prevent your getting in.
these castle walls, this fortress stands,
a monument of kinds...
not built with bricks and mortar, but
with mind and distance thicker than the
broad expanse of space.
and now you've wandered in
and gotten caught up in the labrynth..
while i, encased in glass inside the tower,
wonder where and how to hide...
or maybe why.
but i dont want to feel this thing...
unnoticed scarcity..
and so i toss these thoughts of you aside
and sweep them briskly from my mind
like cobwebs...cast off
possibilities.
soft, insipid insurrection
hearts perplexity.
the chamber maids have laid a feast
a banquet - fit to set before a king and queen.
i watch, unmoved,
and wonder what it means.
the bolt is on the chamber door,
a past necessity,
from times before when courtiers came to call
tho without offerings,
they came, and left me,
finally! but never once
in peace...
and now you've found my courtyard,
empty, save of vain enchantments...
and i embrace the sight of you
just standing there, and long to hear a voice
sing ballads brought from foreign lands...
and as you sing them
i can hear
but i wont listen close enough
to feel this thing
this promise spent
that some - and you call
love.
this curiosity...
this feeling that there's more to see,
to touch, to revel in
than such as i've allowed myself to feel.
tacit scandalous rebellion
looming in the wings...
the palace guard have left their posts,
gone home - so there was no one
to prevent your getting in.
these castle walls, this fortress stands,
a monument of kinds...
not built with bricks and mortar, but
with mind and distance thicker than the
broad expanse of space.
and now you've wandered in
and gotten caught up in the labrynth..
while i, encased in glass inside the tower,
wonder where and how to hide...
or maybe why.
but i dont want to feel this thing...
unnoticed scarcity..
and so i toss these thoughts of you aside
and sweep them briskly from my mind
like cobwebs...cast off
possibilities.
soft, insipid insurrection
hearts perplexity.
the chamber maids have laid a feast
a banquet - fit to set before a king and queen.
i watch, unmoved,
and wonder what it means.
the bolt is on the chamber door,
a past necessity,
from times before when courtiers came to call
tho without offerings,
they came, and left me,
finally! but never once
in peace...
and now you've found my courtyard,
empty, save of vain enchantments...
and i embrace the sight of you
just standing there, and long to hear a voice
sing ballads brought from foreign lands...
and as you sing them
i can hear
but i wont listen close enough
to feel this thing
this promise spent
that some - and you call
love.