a flower in summery sun. your hair is black; the color of night sky and deep winter cold.
i wish you were here to see this: the mountain side erupting in blossoms all purple and gold.
and now i can't help from drifting to sleep on this island we made.
i dream of sunsets, kites in blue sky and a summer parade.
i miss it: the sound of your voice, the rise and fall, the rhythm of it. it's poetry, the smile in your breath.
i could stay alone on the beach, it's black the sand beneath me, its getting caught in my hair.
i wish you would say what you mean, instead of simply wishing for it, i can't work you miracles.
but for a while we're getting along on this island we made.
i watched your face, that grimace you make. i think you're too afraid.
i found your hospital bed. i was surprised to put it lightly. a rosebud, a flower, a cross.
but you came all stinking of light and love and black romantic feelings. i wondered. i thought i was dead.
and now it's all falling apart; the sky gone dark, dissolving. like your face, it's gone from my head.
i don't have answers to your queries of the island we made.
it's gone away, and i don't know where. like a ghost-led parade.
released January 1, 2009
written, composed and recorded by cj krueger.
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