She lies simply on her side.
Like the Holiest of halibut.
Relegating her poorself backward.
to her former reticence.
Bucolic were the seas she tended.
No matter how faint the traces,
the darkness always brightened
Cecilia’s sappling trees.
Youth betrays all honor,
while time deceives our years.
“You’ll get yours,
when i get mine.”
All the faulty clocks will keep on
marching out of time
She’s not afraid of anything,
There is something behind her art.
But she fancies herself far too cunning,
She’d gladly galump into this Sea of Hearts.
Knowing you as i do,
i’d feel it’s my place to say
this was only a common kerfuffle.
Another useless word i learned from you.
After one more tidal movement
souding like something Mary Poppins might say
We Wade woefully about these heavy words.
Until the earth grows weary
Venting it’s own death
Tomfoolery was so shameless,
now, it’s never forgivin’
Cecilia’s lungs had filled with silica.
She had not the time between coughs to make ammends.
She set out for true peace, refusing her funeral.
So her tomb was made out to be a canopy of cobalt blue.
When the sorrow falls
we all fall
in the hole we build
to help ourselves
Can we be as we see
or we empty as
all seems to be
Quit, be my whole
do as they say
begin as they console
doubt and sorrow
History is not what it used to be
Train Kids with the Velvet Teen
One Parachute, Two Passengers
Lyrics by Isiaah Stanlee
"If there were an earthquake, would it even shake us? It wouldn’t ever wake us, not afraid of the false weather."