sora

If a fbleys born and no one complains

Well that’s good luck

Running through young veins;

And if life is a blessing

That brushes the tops of the trees,

Well it’s a short walk

In a sweet breeze.

I will need you, feed you, lead you, plead with you—

All for the taste of your sweet love Sora;

If a heart is an open memory book

That was the chance I took,

The more I searched, the more shook with Sora…

Last night I slept on a rented pillow,

A silver moon above my head;

A thirsty dreamless sleep released me—

And I reached for the phone

By the side of the bed—

Now the first time that I saw you I thought

she’s beautiful, but she’s too young to be caught

People aware of my history

Trying to steer you away from me

I left a message at your hotel

Don’t let management poison the well

I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you

All for the taste of your sweet love Sora

The phone is ringing and I realize

We are timezones and oceans apart

The words I speak in the middle of my night

They fall on your yesterday scars

If the sun don’t shine, the wind don’t break

The cat don’t jump off the wall

Sora, my darling, I will cushion your fall

I will need you, feed you, bleed you, plead with you

Without the taste of your sweet love Sora

I am only a man who has skirted the edge of despair

For a long time now, and I don’t care;

I watch you sleeping at the hospital bed

The baby curled up in a ball

Winter sunlight hits the family tree

And everything else becomes nothing at all.