LAURA VEIRS. Spelunking. . The tiny midnight caravan. Made its way across the black hills. As I watched from a distance. The slow-going glow. Their wandering you know.
Struggling like a fly against the glass. It's not clear why I can't blast. Straight through. . Behind all the brightest smiles. Twist the tortured, tortured souls who.
I saw the violet turn to night. I saw the water turn to ice. A thousand snowflakes hovered 'round me. The world aglow. . I heard a distant songbird singing.
There's a shadow beneath the sea. There's a shadow between you and me. I've learned that love is scared of light. Thousand seeds from a flower. Blowing through the night.
I'm climbing up the stairs. I'm circling the waves. The broken ceiling paint. The broken windowpane. O a smile would melt. Me to an asphalt strip. Where all would travel.
Dead eye from the wood of life. Hold the ropes and the rigging lines. Red-eye a.m. Here i lie. Shipwreck passing underneath. What of the sailor and her spinning wheel?.
Serpent tails and flying fish. sup up all the wishes. that you sent to the stars. Chinese dragons incandescent. mirrors in the waves. I want to put them in jars.
Riptide pulls me out into the open sea. My toes dangle for a place to stand and be. . Oh starry night, come and chart a course. Or send me a boat with an anchor set.
LAURA VEIRS. Rialto. . Check out the skylark. Riding and singing alongside. Salt cool breeze coming from the West. Ships and their lawlessness. Running wild and the waves.
The sky's a raven marching band black blizzard blowing across the land. Come darling take my hand i'm whiskey poured into the sand. . Star blossoms bloom the night falling now burning fire bright.
With photographs. And magnetic tape. We capture. . Pretty animals in cages. Pretty flowers in vases. Enraptured. . And doesn? t the tree. Write great poetry?.
Sorry, I was cruel, I was protecting myself. Drifting along with my swords out flying. Tattering my own cells and I tattered yours too. Took you and wrapped you around me like a spell.
At the top of. Phantom Mountain. I saw the turquoise. Brilliant burning sea. The sweat on my shoulders. The silvery haze. Swords of lightning. Hawks and Gulf Stream.
Your painting. Scratched lines of blue and gold. You open me up. Was folding into myself. A deck of cards. Face down empty on the shelf. . Your song with.
I don't know where i come from but i know it's a place here on earth. Somewhere in a desert near a mountain was the place of my birth. . If you could tell me i would cry if you could tell me.
Roll Ohio clouds oh roll on in. Wash the cigarettes the smell from grandma's skin. Clear the dank and dusty kitchenettes. The bourbon bottles resting empty on the chest.
A handful of dream dust for my pirate. He can hear the pPacific singing. The sea meets the light in his salt water eyes. Icy pictures of the water are captured in his frame.
Light of the morning day. Sadly it will not stay. This perfect pink for too long couple of hours from now. All the sunflowers will frown and turn. For the sun is too strong.
Nightingale sing. Though it's blacker than the bog. Nightingale sing to me. I need to hear your song. Nightingale come. And perch upon my tree. A terrifying light's.
The yellow wind sends brambles through the dust. . The tractor wheels won't turn for all the rust the corn has died. . And dried upon the stalk her lips are cracked it hurts to talk it hurts to talk.