There's a ghost in the window with vacant eyes,
white in the twilight, corset-pinched
and blighted by the downpour.
In the hallway I have seen you
in your white lace. In the hallway
I sit for your soft piano serenade.
While the last one home slams the door,
we separate like plaster from lath.
Angel-winged Canada geese
and I have stayed north this winter.
Dawn breaks like porcelain; with clipped wings,
to the soil I am tethered.
In the hallway I have seen you
in your white lace. In the hallway
I sit for your soft piano serenade.
While the last one home slams the door,
we separate like plaster from lath.
Come in, then, have a seat, I have saved
some soup for you. Be the tureen empty
I will share my eyes with you.
When the last one home slams the door,
don't let's separate like plaster from lath.
credits
from Open Hearth,
released February 1, 2011
Written, performed and recorded by Shane Murphy.
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