1. THE DAY THE BOY DROWNED

Slowly, licks the flow
Into your weary soul
Swallow the water
You're going to drown

Gather up the water
Through your gaping mouth
Sweet brittle child
And be at peace

Smaller than ever
A bed in the river
Your crystal eyes searching the darkness
A tired curl sweeps upon your stricken complexion
Your panic is ceased
Your heart still softly beating


2. THE COFFIN AND THE MOTH

Dead as I lay
Alone inside the earth
But for a moth, buried with me
I wait for my body to disappear

The dreadful beauty
Consoles my weeping heart
Bereaved of form
My soul can carry on

He staggers upon my brow
Taking his life from me
And raises his wings
So triumphantly
He lingers on

I am awake
I could hear you whisper goodbye
Now we wait for my body
To slowly disappear

The dreadful beauty
Consoles my weeping heart
Bereaved of form
My soul can carry on


3. MY ONLY CREATION IS GONE

The day has come
And the movement could kill me
My only creation is gone

Falling leaves will go unnoticed
While you're away
I look for comfort in the pain
Of heavy weight upon my shoulders

Stood before the congregation
Wishing time away
The pale bodies and oh, the black
Weep a mourning song for him
There in the box my son lies wasted
Victim of the earth
A small portrait in an ochre frame
Flits its wistful eyes for them


4. THE NEVER CHANGING RIVER

The water flickers in the twilight
With glory as the day goes
The birds and bees
Above the trees
Singing on

Picturesque, the river rich with beauty
Defiled by the memory
A fragile dream
Among the stream
Where he drowned


5. THE INEVITABLE END

Your face is lost within my memory
My precious one, I'm sorry
I can't remember

I caress your weary head in my mind
But your curing smile is gone
Your lips a wretched blue
Your eyes roll back and seem to look right through me

Each day, I stare into a photograph
To remind me how you looked
I struggle just to see you as you were
My beloved son a cold body in my arms
My blood, regretfully a soul without a face

Your image fades
Tainted in my memory
A lifeless figure all I see
Casting leaves into the river