Hang Me

Hang Me

 

 

 

hang me on a limb

 

cold and dark

 

etched in the very fabric of my mind

 

hold me in your arms breeded slow like cold chilled cherry wine

 

search me slow below the bottom line

 

I'm existing as in the swallow to wallow in the faded memory of long ago

 

through cascading breath I have no regrets

 

Dull in the solace of its unique brevity

 

try to stay ahead of me

 

 

 

we are at the mercy seat

 

engaged in the moment of twilight

 

to beg on the new days sun

 

carry on with a bit of fun

 

we have just begun

 

the thought nor the memory of two hearts to deliver

 

stand out in the cold & shiver

 

 

 

Hang me on a tree without leaves

 

where my skull will scatter

 

as if distant cattle to see what it that matters

 

under the calm breeze of latent shade

 

be brave and act your age

 

bury me below the leaves

 

pardon me