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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Mar 24 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.24.20.32.18573]] |
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I hear the music when I thnk of you How I always say the light is on, door is open While you avoid the obvious connotation Dancing around the issue like a moth around a bulb The light airy banjo, the subtle bass The smooth folksy voice of Tom Bodette too Motel 6 is not our place, I'm far away But the metaphor tells of my feeling for you Not for you the safety of one, no not for you at all It is the looking over the edge that keeps you alive The knowing that although you might slip and fall The edge is what makes your heart beat, and thrive I am the soft place to land, like elevator music White noise to blur the sharpness of reality I am here, singing, living, but not at the edge A radio muted low to pass the miles of your life Tomorrow will be twelve days, but who is counting There are other travellers standing with thumbs out Without lumbering transport of their own, they seek A ride out of their own darkness, or just a lift up I leave the light on because I choose to, knowing That I can cushion your fall When you lose control at the edge of sanity, and fall I will catch you, even if it kills me I would crawl from this dark place, were it not For the knowing that you will fall here, and it is my Destiny to catch you, and to lift you up with dying breath And take you back into the light, and the world It is cold here, and dark, and frightening I cannot stay too long, lest the demons oertake My tortured soul, and negotiate, the deal The trading of my soul for your life and love |