It's a perfect day for dreams come true

A poem?

I have an odd one here…

A song (I feel that song writers are a modern day evolution of the poet)…

This particular one has been rattling around my head for months. It speaks to me of Rust Cohle. I think you’ll know what I mean when you read it:

“Nightflyer" by Allison Russell, 2021

Yeah, I'm a midnight rider

Stone bona fide night flyer

I'm an angel of the morning too

The promise that the dawn will bring you, you

I'm the melody and the space between

Every note the swallow sings

I'm fourteen vultures circling

I'm that crawling, dying thing

I'm the smoke up above the trees, Good Lord

The fire and the branch that's burning, Lord

Maybe you were sleeping, Lord

But Mary she's not weeping no more, no, mm-mm

Yeah, I'm a midnight rider

Stone bona fide night flyer

I'm an angel of the morning too

The promise that the dawn will bring you, you, you

I'm the sick light of a hurricane's eye

I'm a violent lullaby

I'm six fireflies, one streetlight

I'm a suffocating summer night hm-mm, mm

I'm each of his steps on the stairway

I'm his shadow in the door frame

I'm the tap-tap of a lunar moth

I'm the stale beer on his breath hm-mm, hm-mm

His soul is trapped in that room

But I crawled back in my mother's womb

Came back out with my gold and my greens

Now I see everything

Now I feel everything, Good Lord

What the hell could they bring to stop me, Lord?

Nothing from the earth, nothing from the sea

Not a God Almighty thing

Yeah, I'm a midnight rider

Stone bona fide night flyer

I'm an angel of the morning too

The promise that the dawn will bring you, you, you

I'm the wounded bird, I'm the screaming hawk

I'm the one who can't be counted out

I'm the dove thrown into battle

I can roll and shake and rattle hm-mm, hm-mm

I'm the moon's dark side, I'm the solar flare

The child of the Earth, the child of the Air

I am The Mother of the Evening Star

I am the Love that Conquers All

Yeah, I'm a midnight rider

Stone bona fide night flyer

I'm an angel of the morning too

The promise that the dawn will bring you

Yeah, I'm a midnight rider

Stone bona fide night flyer

I'm an angel of the morning too

The promise that the dawn will bring you

You, you

You, you

You, you

(Go listen to it 💔)

I hope it was a lovely day!

Oh, thank you friend! (And west coast, best coast over here as well!)

This is lovely, and I'm DYING with the "angel of the morning" reference. Yes, I definitely see what you're hearing re: Rust. Thank you for the great rec that will be finding is way onto a playlist shortly.

The truth is this: My love for you is the only empire I will ever build. When it falls, as all empires do, my career in empire building will be over. I will retreat to an island. I will dabble in the vacation-hut industry. I will skulk about the private libraries and public parks. I will fold the clean clothes. I will wash the dishes. I will never again dream of having the whole world.

it is a sad topic, but this poem always manages to move my heart whenever i pull it up to read again. i hope you'd enjoy it too. have a nice day!

Oh, this is lovely. I adore the strong images in each section -- the kite, the "heavy machinery of the heart", empire reduced to the mundanity of caring for one's self. I was just in a workshop on juxtaposition, so this is such a delight to get wrist deep in and look at from that lens.

And oh, the punctum, the gut-punch for me here: "to know is to be responsible for knowing"