Written on Sunday

Written on Sunday

Girl you're coy, you know you are
But come to think you always were
--Weren't you, no eyes of blue
Could ever do the things you do

Aren't you the one who says to me
In murmurs endless as the sea:

"Ones who can't write shit like that,
The forewords penned to lifeless verse
Devoid of sense or soul or rhyme--
I laugh about them all the time!

So hurry sister follow me
To a place so pure where I am free
Eternally, where water laps
And disappears, and inches back"

No eyes of blue could ever do
--Abandon search and start anew
Abandon it and start again

The way I did when I saw Him