Ice Choir - Peacock In The Tall Grass
His plumage deceived
My childhood dreams; blue-green
Pulled by a thread
Through time's riverbed, upstream.
As I mend the seam, he spills,
Flesh to steam
How I would haste these patient days
To know your verdant lawns...
(You flaunt your shine, so pavonine)
But you run away, terrified
And now I cannot tell what's your's from mine
Or what I'll find...
He thinks he is free,
But my shadow, it hangs in the reeds.
Once soft, supple limbs
Now taut with attentive greed.
And now I want your head,
My quilled diadem
A conscience bound and struggling
Once-dazzled eyes, you've lost
The glow; the beat
(In self-deceit)
You'd rather gag on the rime
Than share the hearth
And watch the cold retreat
Upon receipt
(With readied blade; my trembling future in one hundred eyes)
Could I rewind, I would trade it all just to chase you through soft pearls of dew, the warmth and hue...
Lyrics by Kurt Feldman. From 'Afar', out now on Underwater Peoples Records