I WILL COUNT THE DAYS

Dip your toes in the desert.
Draw a draft for the sand
in the shoes of the hopeless.
For one second, I understand.

In the lottery lines quiet as trees when they die,
my ladybird waits while I count the days.

Carefully cavalier the stanzas,
one rickety rung at a time.
Love is like air:
It is caught and set free.
Caught and set free.
Captured, but free to leave,
one rickety rung at a time.
And though it doesn't like to repeat itself,
it has been known to rhyme
in the lottery lines quiet
as trees when they die.

Fleet are the feet of my troubles
creep up on me like a storm.
Then she cries in my eyes.
Her cold holds me tight.
I feel alive.

But something since then has been missing.
Something that I can't replace.
Youth decays into patience
decayed into pride.

In the lottery lines quiet as trees when they die

Like the birds whose little hearts freeze in mid-flight,
one blue migrant night,
addressed: Dear Earth,
Sincerely, Sky

My ladybird waits while I count the nights.

Standing in the black earth with a shovel.
I know the all the names of the capitals.
And the names of all the flowers in the field.
And the bugs that get invited back to their beds.

My ladybird waits while I count the breaths
in the lottery lines quiet as trees when they die.

I mistook you for angels
falling from the sky.
I searched for you on the high road,
you were in front of me all this time.

I look down at the money
that grows on my hands like a weed,
the Garden was free.

Stand on your chairs,
and reach for the air.
The temple is locked.
And god doesn't care.

I mistook you for angels,
free, or falling from the sky — I wonder why.
If you could see you through my eyes,
like were seeing for the very first time.

This is your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.

Then you became thundercloud,
you bottle up the rain
until it gets to much to bear the weight of it,
the state of your affairs.
And then you rain it on your family,
you rain it on your friends.
It wasn't right from the beginning,
it's only right that it ends.

But it's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.

No, don't mistake me for angels
falling from the sky.

I will help you a much as I can help anyone,
the lost leading the lost at sea.
I will hold the door for you,
if you lock up when you leave.
Just bear in mind a little bit
when you are calling out to me.

This is your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.
It's your life.



DAS - Providence, Rhode Island, USA