Pearls On Men


The old wireless's noise fell down the cracks between the floorboard
The noise ate at the colour on the walls and the colour of your eyes
All the while you explained what would happen when the sun died
And I looked at you in the light of the flare, the ship was sinking
Though we were healthy, weren't we? Yes. and we didn't care.
Our worries were similar to every other 26 year old listening to water eat mortality
Waves curling over limbs and hearts bursting with love and wonderment
Oh we had mountains to climb yes but the rivers deep drew us
And took us, floating, bound and pondering
Trying to come to grips with the thrill of chasing and letting go
While all the poppies and all the Iris' swayed in breeze
Their dew covered leaves restlessy waving at the sky that was going to fall
Or this is what our hearts told us... Funny they should tell us this and nothing of love
We hugged and we shared our thoughts on each others legs
Yours like great hairy trunks and mine stalky, yet just as hairy
You would have to shave every day for your beard was constant like the night
My beard was there twice a month and you grew a beard once a week
What did we care? the sky was falling
Our watches weren't worth pawning, our signets meant to much
So it was up to you selling your pearl necklace that you wore long around your neck
It was the envy of a Duchess pauper we had meet along the road
It suited your bearded neck so well she said... Pearls on men... who'd of thought she said
And walked on
So you sold these and we ate
And we got a room for the night with some tea and a wireless that was built into the bed
But I could feel its noise falling down the cracks between the floorboard
Eating the colour on the wallpaper and the colour of your eyes
Do meteors die? fall into nothing?
Astrology was always your thing
And as I asked I got up I looked out at the harbour
A flare went up and the ship was sinking, the one we had floated on down the river
We were 26 and know water was eating mortality
The waves were eating a captains life while our hearts were bursting
We had learnt the secret, find the river deep and conquer it
And then move on to the mountain high
Sit atop, make love and watch the sun die

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