THE STORM

November storms take the last leaves from the trees
Growing on the branches in the summer
Blown by violent gale force wind into the twilight
Down to the ground they fall to the hammering winter

As light fades, I watch helpless from the backroom window
The insecurity of love confront the stormy evening
Blown across the hillside, dissolving in the night
Passing the watchful in the darkness on the road

Tired of turmoil I sit qui-vive in the amorphous room
A towering darkness separates me from your life
I see through the storm as if it were glass, your home
As crashing furious darkness spreads over the road

The ruthlessness of the storm has no time for a goodbye Will not see the comedy played in the shelter of the heart
Or remember the love story ending in the winter shadows
Wants only power and fear to cast out the dying year

No light is seen in the dark pouring rain
Fiercely splattering the window and then hurriedly sweeping on
For the future is a puzzle gathering in the darkness
An insecure mirror of nature born from destruction

The ancient river of life assembles in the unknown
Beneath the stratus, static shadows of memory begin
With the consciousness of how incomplete experience remains
As winter prepares the new season beyond the storm

Oh my love, here I am, because of you

I went into a courtroom
Somewhere in the sky
I didn’t speak to no one
I didn’t even try
The people swam like fish
A hook was hanging down
It turned into a slaughterhouse
With carcasses moving round

Oh my love
Here I am
Because of you

I went into a lecture room
To listen to a cloud
It spoke with bolts of lightening
As it pranced across the ground
I saw a pile of teenagers
Their bodies heaped up high
My gills turned into water
My moths began to cry

Oh my love
Here I am
Because of you

I went into a temple
Somewhere in Languedoc
I saw a strange mosquito
preaching from a rock
A fishing boat was passing
With passengers dressed in white
Singing Halleluiah
Into the falling night

Oh my love
Here I am
Because of you

The locust men were following me
in the tunnel of a drain
Where stacked up just like firewood
Were the engines of a train
I climbed a fallout shelter
With it’s balustrade of fog
Where a circle of strange sailors sing
Drinking bowls of grog

Oh my love
Here I am
Because of you

I went into bed and breakfast
for serpents of all kinds
I knew that you were with me
In a suitcase full of signs
The last thing I remember
Was the crows of Hackney Wick
Rising up like Satan’s flames
To the tick tock tick tock tick

Oh my love
Here I am
Because of you

Here are an audio and a PDF of the poem/song

ohmy love, here I am, because of you

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