Re-Vision
If there comes the time for me to sing the colour back into you eyes and your hair, I will,
But here, waiting in half-sleep,
Its not me this time, but this clear blue morning,
Dreaming us in technicolour.
A vison,
From bone memory,
A re-vision.
What is that takes us back to our beginnings and through the remembering?
Love?
Circling like the buzzards on the wind that cleans bones hollow in deserts.
And in my bones, I already feel the storm approaching,
And i've watched rainbows snake through the sweet rains,
as rivers swell from the parched earth,
And I've seen us stand up,
Shake out our bones,
And become this beg