Two Deliverances

The icons cluttering your bureau

Are eyeing me as I walk in

Your guardians are present in here

And I trust that they have always been

Hiding somewhere in your closet

Collecting moisture from your face

Your secret world speaks without words

And I feel clumsy and cumbersome in this place

But if I want them too will they speak to me soon

In a language ripe for my listening?

When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes

The refracted light keeps glistening

A drapery of clashing fabrics in every corner of your room

They hung like lace on the whitewashed face

Of the walls that are begging you to move

And leave the things that hold a history

As if they're present in your will

A brand new place a few miles away

But I just wasn't sure I was staying still

But if you choose too it's a honest move

And I guess that it makes for no deferences

There's a gleam of blue from a cold night's moon

Just a touch too soon, two deliverances

On an empty panel floor

I lie here for communion

Just waiting for one more

But in the quiet empty hours of my afternoon

What am I supposed to do?

But if I want them too will they come to me soon?

Will they fluctuate between midnight and past noon?

Was kind of banking on a future that'd be involving you

But I couldn't ask this of you

In this young night's sky

There are pinhole lights

Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead

Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds

That I got from rubbing elbows

With a sharpened edge?

But if I choose this too does it count as my move?

I can't drop my history just to become new

Now swimming through the nothingness and the absolute

But I couldn't ask this of you