#passingafternoon

picturing the future that feels so far yet so real

I know I want that despite all of the bittersweet life has thrown me

There are nights I sleep alone

Then there are nights I’ll never know

Watching you drift into a slumber where all the angels go

And I’ll pray for day to break

So I can gather my mistakes

To build up something useful ‘til there’s nothing left to take

In this land of liberty

There must be something to believe

I’ll take a ride to the cafe to find out what it means

But I know I’ll see you there

And I know it isn’t fair

To live my days according to these sentimental cares

I’ll be frozen in my seat

Paralyzed and incomplete

A wishing well out in the town square, just outside my reach

But I must throw this out there

Sky blue eyes and sun kissed hair

Will greet you every morning even when they are not there

So I’ll offer you this song

And I’ll sing it all alone

The melody to soft to travel where it might belong

Then I’ll play that secret chord

The one that only you would know

I’ll turn this dirt until it grows that solitary rose

But it won’t be what it seems

Cuz it can only be in dreams

I’ll work these hands ‘til the bone shows upon this broken scene

And I’ll spend my energy

On the true and fateful sleep

'Passing Afternoon' - Iron & Wine

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon  Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon  And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her  Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms  There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days  Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made  And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings  Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves  There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass  Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last  And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring  Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds  There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all  Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls  But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns  Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned  There are names across the sea, only now I do believe  Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me  But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know  A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

Drinking tea out of my favorite elephant mug, small bowl for myself, 70% dark w/ hazelnuts, and the dears.