Ruby Rich
Roses bobbing on sighing winds Love games upending gutter flowers Holding heads high but buried in song Seasons crouched, uncomfortable, lost in material New days mixed with black soil Missing children fading in rhyme Deep lines lingering below the pulling tide Chapters unread telling stories of what will happen How will the mood hit you in your wisdom? How will the realisation face you in your sleep? To grasp the warmth of day means your back is turned All the creatures drag their voices out onto the street We can hear the fingers tap against the pane Do you rejoice in the echo against the evening? The bones creak and we acknowledge the old books The roads are all newly tarred and they slowly melt in the sun The heat hits us as we touch this continents shadow Didn't we chose this madness in the store? This electric red that paints our cheeks Ruby rich and full of wisdom We once knew everything of the tide, of the water We once knew of the fish that swam eas...