Turning like a sixpence on a blue note
the swirling purpled air makes
fallen leaves of hope.
Fallen leaves of hope too
fragile to withstand the singer whose
breath is scented with melancholy.
Scented with melancholy that condenses
heavy on curling skeletons which
with a whisper crumble to dust.
Crumble to dust as if an ancient
queen, freed from her sarcophagus,
could not survive the new adoration of now.
the swirling purpled air makes
fallen leaves of hope.
Fallen leaves of hope too
fragile to withstand the singer whose
breath is scented with melancholy.
Scented with melancholy that condenses
heavy on curling skeletons which
with a whisper crumble to dust.
Crumble to dust as if an ancient
queen, freed from her sarcophagus,
could not survive the new adoration of now.
