Refrains

the hours on a straight road

are measured in shadows 

a spindle spins the time

two steps forward one step behind

 

either winter or summer

I believed I was in love

stranger to others and to myself

a storm torch was quaffing from my eyes

smooth like soft black silk

I was lighting vigil candles in a cave

 

the passage seasons were short

night tunnels over a train of dreams

digging a minute of oblivion

 

for a while three bells tolled at once

my arms couldn’t reach my back spine

to stop the earthquake

my heart fell on my ankle

like a canon ball in a gaolbird chain

no matter how I try to lie

I just can’t fly to the moon

 

memories are propped with songs

that no one sings along

in triple time beat

I chose to walk the shortest road

known by everyone

except for endings

 

I believed I was in love

a broken credo is a cornerstone

for another church