Post by determinedtofail on May 12, 2010 0:01:15 GMT -5
For Right Now (Revised version plus title change)
Let them come by an overcast sky,
into an empty garden on a cold Spring day
where the swans poke broken corn from your hands
and the food drops like exploding tears.
Between the pond and us, cherry blossoms hang
like a curtain an audience steps away from.
And I don't remember records
know where the phone cords went
or appreciate the clocks marching away
For right now
our eyes hold onto that fluttering petal,
as a slow coin finding water.
Soon it will sink
a gentle knife into dark waters;
just like your smile.
Only That (Original version)
If nothing else a smile is a symbol,
as all things, a symbol and nothing else.
And let your smiles be not obvious
nor come from bright places.
Rather let them tear, spill out, and tumble.
Let them come by an overcast sky,
into an empty garden on a cold Spring day
where the swans poke broken corn from your hands
and the food drops like exploding tears.
As the cherry blossoms hang
between the pond and us,
like broken stitches on curtain.
They notice records, phone cords
leave the room to marching clocks.
Let the flower break;
that one mad petal tumble,
as a slow coin finding water.
Soon it will sink like a fish;
a gentle knife into dark waters.
----Austin
Let them come by an overcast sky,
into an empty garden on a cold Spring day
where the swans poke broken corn from your hands
and the food drops like exploding tears.
Between the pond and us, cherry blossoms hang
like a curtain an audience steps away from.
And I don't remember records
know where the phone cords went
or appreciate the clocks marching away
For right now
our eyes hold onto that fluttering petal,
as a slow coin finding water.
Soon it will sink
a gentle knife into dark waters;
just like your smile.
Only That (Original version)
If nothing else a smile is a symbol,
as all things, a symbol and nothing else.
And let your smiles be not obvious
nor come from bright places.
Rather let them tear, spill out, and tumble.
Let them come by an overcast sky,
into an empty garden on a cold Spring day
where the swans poke broken corn from your hands
and the food drops like exploding tears.
As the cherry blossoms hang
between the pond and us,
like broken stitches on curtain.
They notice records, phone cords
leave the room to marching clocks.
Let the flower break;
that one mad petal tumble,
as a slow coin finding water.
Soon it will sink like a fish;
a gentle knife into dark waters.
----Austin
