Takin' a bite of history I get tied in the tongue of another time did poets really stroll the streets and sing their wares alive? perhaps their songs were burnished by the spices in the stalls and the fruit, ripening in the sun, stole their best lines out from under 'Tis just as it should be that we will never know the maiden questioning her doorway the darkness so cool and quiet she hears a music near her heart and cannot go back inside
Takin' a bite of history
ReplyDeleteI get tied in the tongue
of another time
did poets really stroll the streets
and sing their wares alive?
perhaps their songs were burnished
by the spices in the stalls
and the fruit, ripening in the sun,
stole their best lines out from under
'Tis just as it should be
that we will never know
the maiden questioning her doorway
the darkness so cool and quiet
she hears a music near her heart
and cannot go back inside