Too Soon To Close
Every time winter bleeds out spring,
when I hear dying colours sing,
I’m on the horn again to tell you everything.
I pray you let it ring, let it ring.
When I see you on a shining street,
marching to a solitary beat,
I plant my flag down at the flowers of your feet.
Then, I yell retreat, retreat.
Because you’re too deep in me,
and everybody knows.
You put a wound on me,
and it’s too soon to close.
Mostly in the silent nights
I look at that wine to water photograph I took.
I catch myself and slip me off the hook
to close the book, close the book.
If I see you down the road,
I’ll lay every polished stone I want to say.
I’ve rehearsed each gem see in my one-man play.
I hope you stay away, stay away.
© AudSongs 2019