"An absence of meaning opens a rift in time."

January 9, 2012

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

CARRYING CLOSER

if I could recommend a way to spend your time
then you’d be chasing down the killers from your first life
and I would travel every road that you’ve crossed, twice
and take the freighter to be with you in your gold mine.

well it’s the desert tar, the ink of stars and light
that paints the sky above our city in this cold shine
and under different stars we’d let our bodies twine
and brace our hips against the current where we’ve been tied.

we’ll linger on and on and on and on all over.
telling me oh and oh and oh and oh all night.
but if I break, i’ll still believe
your mouth in mine, teeth to my teeth
shoulder to shoulder, carrying closer.

if all the summer and the singing leave your sleep
you’ll find you’re waking in the weather of your bad dreams.
when all the words we wrote in water start to steam
then we’ll be lifted from the language of our memory.

we’ll linger on and on and on and on all over
telling me oh and oh and oh and oh all night
but if I break, i’ll still believe
your mouth in mine, teeth to my teeth
shoulder to shoulder, carrying closer.

(claire cronin - 1/2012)