…

#18 of 20.

leaning towers

racing oceans
on your own
defiantly
one shortwave from long gone
a lion
the wilds were waiting for

could you still see them
love’s urgent remains
gold coasts
flaking in the red rain
i’m trying
i’m beaming light into storms
i still want more

all the fleeting things
colours fading
from old paintings
your eyes striking
like lightning

the leaning towers
break across the bow
warnings sounding
as the world howls
i’m tired
i’m starting to realize
how the towers see it
i’m ready to believe in
how small we really are

how the towers see it
i’m ready to believe in
how small
we really are

let the gale lift your tired sails up
give your greatest fears your
bravest love
let the gale lift your tired sails up
clear the leaning towers of
tainted blood

your blood
i’m way beyond your blood
now

and time
whatever you’ve left in store
i still want more

(from “raised by swans is the name of a man, vol. 2: run with the silent wildfires”. available now. all lyrics and music written and performed by e. howden)