Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Ice Water

Morning is the Long Way Home

I heard your voice at midnight
By the river shore
I saw your child sleeping
Behind an open door
The moon was in the river
Shining up from the floor
And the fish swam like moonlight
Through your child's closing door
And morning is the long way home
The fisherman was drowning
By his broken heel
His screams were tiny bubbles
And his tongue made of steel
When he died his teeth made stones
For your lonely child to feel
And his eyes like prayers were quiet
When you heard his tongues of steel
And morning is the long way home

The ghost of ghosts was passing
And the grasses waved like hair
I Knew I'd die forgotten
I'm the whisper of your care
The water would surround me
And my body would despair
But my heart would understand
The door that's closing there
And morning is the long way home

Leo Kottke

3 comments:

Randal Graves said...

I miss winter.

Anita said...

and i love leo kottke. and on that note, i love john fahey as well.

okjimm said...

Anita...Fahey is very cool. I have seen Leo about a dozen times.

About a nineteen years ago I took my daughter to a Kottke show. She was only six weeks old. Breast feeding was on the schedule.
Her and I went to see him a couple of months ago....

... I try to raise my children well.

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