Monday, October 4, 2010

The Wishing Well

Go back! Go back! Back to your strings and your pulley.
Lift up! Pour down! There’s never an end to the flow.
Dredge on! Dredge on! The bucket will never be empty.

The leaves skip along now deserted streets aimlessly.
The lamps of your once true and beautiful turn low.
Go back! Go back! Back to your strings and your pulley.

The bright colors fade, the flowers all flee.
What you once replied “yes” to now says “you don’t know.”
Dredge on! Dredge on! The bucket will never be empty.

The water is sinking, it keeps disappearing too quickly.
You lift it with all of your strength, watch it seep again slow.
Go back! Go back! Back to your strings and your pulley.

A vortex of feathers whirl down to some merciless sea.
With a squeal of your ropes you can hold back the sorrow.
Dredge on! Dredge on! The bucket will never be empty.

Don’t stay in the blankets beside that warm body.
Don’t travel the world in the glow on a pillow.
Go back! Go back! Back to your strings and your pulley.
Dredge on! Dredge on! The bucket will never be empty.

1 comment:

Hannah Stephenson said...

This is the secret to everything:
"Dredge on! Dredge on! The bucket will never be empty."

Wonderful.