"The More" by Jenn Lindsay

"The More" by Jenn Lindsay
11-11-11
www.jennlindsay.com


You know real love,
a kind of waltz.
A dance of restraint,
a rule with a pulse.
The feelings that you ever felt,
the hot bright freeze or melt,
Have half-a-life upon the shelf,
Have falling leaves and seatbelts.

They go toward the sum of the parts,
toward the more at the heart.
The bud, the blood of the blood,
The you of the your, the more.

Is the feeling
that most of us call love
just pheromones, transference,
suspended doubt and lust?
Are all the stars from where we are
just reflected dust?
Are the book, the bell, the priest
just shabby grabbed eternity?

They go toward the sum of the parts,
toward the more at the heart.
The bud, the blood of the blood,
The you of the your, the more.

You were never unmoored
even when you didn't feel the floor.
In fact, in the worst of the war,
there was only the more.
In fact, in the worst unease,
there's an anchor and a breeze,
a windhorse, a willow tree,
a waltz between the dragon teeth.

They go toward the sum of the parts,
toward the more at the heart.
The bud, the blood of the blood,
The you of the your, the more.

Category:

Music

Tags:

• jenn lindsay
• diy
• singer-songwriter
• boston
• nyc
• antifolk
• guitar
• vocals
• acoustic