Let Me Sing You

Let me sing you, let me close

your eyes and sing you to a place

inside my heart, dark cave of hieroglyphics,

stumble rock and pulsing night.

I'll leave you there, and let you walk

the ashy corridors alone,

touching walls like a blind child might,

who feels her way toward light.

 

I will close your eyes and you

will know me singing, you will know

the stars that write my life, and know

my shelters and my chains,

the footfall dance of childhood,

the quickening of isolation,

the resounding curse of Cain.

 

A song I've always known, with words

you might have whispered too, in time,

in rooms, in darkness thick with longing,

constant, dry as desert sand.

I’ll leave you there a little while

to show you how it was, then bring

you back with brighter chords.

My Eden flowers in your hand;

your body is my only shelter

in this land’s strange pageantry,

its bones and broken seams

and achromatic dreams.