Drought

summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all how sweet is the day I'm craving a darkness as I sit tucked away with my back to the wall and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought how much longer dear angels let winterlight come and spread your white sheets over my empty house summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness leaving as trace only circles of rust and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought how much longer dear angels come break me with ice let the water of calm trickle over my doubts come let me drown angels no fire no salt on the plow carry me down bury me down and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought once I knew myself and with knowing came love I would know love again if I had faith enough too far is next spring and her jubilant shout so angels, inside is the only way out --- Drought - Vienna Teng