Breathing Grass
©2008 Ken Bewick
I saw you blow, breathing grass, saw in your shoulders a mountain pass. Your eye’s a bird’s and falling, falling. Still under skies and falling.
And had I disappeared that day, I’d still cherish. Still as the world in it’s sleep, strong in my own tears.
And had you arrived, disfigured by rain, I would have kissed the rain away and wept softly there, instead. Lady, the sun, the wind, the rain, the choking tears for you.
For release and for my hunger, a thousand times again, I wonder.
Josh: drumset, big mallet bass drum
Ken: Guitars, bass, vocals