orchard plains

 

There were yellow sands and silver shells

woven silk and rusted bells

orchards spread over the plains

and even though I knew her name

 

I found myself in a wild garden

ivy tied to hold me calmer

genie eyes green like stems

and flesh carved like rich rare stone gems

 

She falsely cared

Not that I knew

the garden grows

as truth do bloom

a breath of spring

a voice like autumn

silence now the insects calling

 

One step away but I stepped the wrong way

One step away but I stepped the wrong way

 

Corrupt my hands

my feet

my lips

bury by bones in Indian pits

I'd followed the stones I thought you'd leave

your heels exhaust was all I breathed

 

How I let you run barefoot from me

If I'd seen the prints before the breeze

had swept them from my closing eye

I'd gaze at you and not the sky

 

One step away but I stepped the wrong way

One step away but I stepped the wrong way