Pillow fields
The sun has dawned
But I’m so cold
Awoke in the purple fields
Where the peacocks lament
Stood up and wiped
The dew from my face
Blinded by the light
Lost in the dark
Guided by the glow
Its voice calls me home
Whispering softly in my ear…
Whispering softly in my ear…
My own private puppeteer
Sudden terror
Mind recoils
Spinal shiver
And my head explodes
Paranoia
Misunderstanding
Were you listening
Or just pretending?
I’d like to share
My secrets with you
But I’m so afraid
You’ll simply run away
Crawled to the pillow fields
Where insomniacs go to die
Feathered heathers
The blue moonlight
Sighing trees
A gentle breeze in the sky
And I smile
And I lay my head down
Knowing I’ve found the place
Where I’ll play my final chords
Author notes
These lyrics are based on an older poem of mine, but I like this version better. Any comments are, as always, welcome.
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