Poetry

Sunday, 10 March 2019

When love comes to call

Your hands are up against the wall
The seconds pass but they never fall
A grain of sand can be a cannon ball
The speeding bullet leaves no trace at all
And you think you might cross the line
But your'e still just a clock wasting time

They line you up in the noon day sun
Stand you there and point the gun
Ask you son if there's somebody you wanna call
And you look up into the blazing sky
And beg your father please tell me why
I am made to suffer the indignities of grace
And you think that you might cross the line
That mercy might walk by, or show her face
But you know like a clock you're just wasting time
Cos we're all just standing up against the wall

Can there be an Eden where all our thoughts stand still?
That little forest path on the edge of the hill
That place in which time and love are held in suspension
Like the clock had stopped and we were held in detention
It happened to me once, then it happened the other way around
A friend hurt me, now I've hurt a friend
And how do we know just what we will do?
When love comes to call, when love comes to call?

I was walking in the forest of good intent
And thought I spied a deer so towards her I lent
I shot my arrow, it hit her heart and down she did fall
How do we know what we'll do
When love comes  to call?

Fire your burning arrows, ye gods, ye gods
Some of you play with our hearts
Like you play the fish with your bait and rods
Some of you toss the coin, some roll the dice
But its all the same in the final flame
When your hearts turn to ice

I thought I saw you in a dream, your
Grass snakes out numbered me
We dug them out, did they return?
All I know is how hot the arrows burn
When love comes to call
When love comes to call

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