music to my fears (original poetry)

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"music to my fears"

the late night wisdom of radio show hosts
hissed in the static like some midnight holy ghost
must be true because it starts inside you
still small voices when I'm feeling blue
when my skin is crawling on its hands and knees
and the first snow of the year
has brought its own breeze
when the wind bites my lip
turns the colour of my ears
and this nova scotia ocean is music to my fears
when I know the tune but I can't hear the notes
just harmony in waves on the fundy coast
when the dead calm is alive and strong
and I'm waiting for the tide to take me home
I'll be on the clifftop
with my old spyglass
and a melting clock
I'll be standing on the waterbreak
waiting at the wharf
for your long awaited return to port
I'll be wrapped in my jacket
woven from your raven hair
but my soul will shiver
because my head's still bare
I watch for your love
but I drown in the dearth
until I spot your ship crossing
the curvature of the earth
and we start on our journey
to the center of birth.


steve skafte © 2011
(berserker)

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