These words, These words,
Inconstant words that clutter up my thoughts.
Foreign tales of war and peace,
of tigers tamed and crossed.
These stories told
to young and old,
of treasures found and lost.
I thank thee kind
but in this mind
I know there is a knot I tied,
and with no string,
one can not untwist, untwine
These things that build up in my eyes.
With crystal holes
I live a world
that has yet been seen I'm sure.
On this shore the waves climb and crash
On sorrows past
That chip away my faded mask
Created by these questions asked,
From many years before.
You see the trees
How do they grow?
When angered winds come to-and-fro.
My heart it dangles in the breeze
That dances with the falling leaves.
Beyond this shell
There is a beat
That wakes the sheep
To skip and bleat.
Come hold these hands
That keep the sky
And every star that lies inside.
I pray you, please believe
In flutterbies and wretched thieves
That come at night to take your heart
and leave you there to fall apart.

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