The Green Pajamas



Scarlet Song


How a cloud might move
How a song could soothe
Her scarlet beads of pain
All strung behind the sun.

On a cold hillside
The burn of afterlife
Her heavy eyes are sweet moon vines
All strung behind the sun.

She paid attention to her health
A scarlet song would shape her mouth
Oh would you trust the wheels in me
To spin you out to sea
And let the water be the grave of grace
She's a mother on a beach
Giving whispers through the trees
Could your wedding day be a place to wait.

By the way life looks
Through cafe Sunday books
I wonder how Elini hooked
Her beads around the sun.

By the graveyard light
Pearls of sacrifice
The precious threads of death and night
All strung behind the sun.

She paid attention to her health
A scarlet song would shape her mouth
Oh would you trust the wheels in me
To spin you out to sea
And let the water be the grave of grace
She's a mother on a beach
Giving whispers through the trees
Could your wedding day be a place to wait.

Why in the way life would
Take the way life took
I wonder how the angels look
All strung behind the sun.

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by Eric Lichter
copyright 1996