Let's Say Goodbye performed by James Navé
When the world rounds
along mud bound lines
Small trees speak.
They tell long,
determined stories.
Can you hear them
in the days you inhabit?
Wild days. Tame days.
Hot and cold days.
Sometimes
I'm rich
and other times
I count the last leaves
on the thin stems
hanging above
strangers coming
and going
to work
or from love
or into days
of hope that demands
a small pay now.
Moments of flesh
or motorcycle dreams
or the pull and push
of memories
hang round
the world as the world spins.
As it always spins.
I live on the long side of time
miles away from Las Vegas
miles away from the Q train
crossing the long bridge.
=Miles away from my father's grave.
These days the soul is silent
in the buried violence
of bronze memories.
Love comes and goes.
Yes, shoes fit
and so do shirts
and small earrings
fashioned by dreamers
from New Orleans
under the green sun.
After the invisible wizards
were gone out, names
they gave in the last storm
were remembered
by those who could remember.
I was there that day,
near the Mud bound lines
under the wedding trees.
Can you make a wish?
A small one.
Let's make one together.
Touch the prayers of blackbirds.
Forget snow.
Remember why you long
for those distant songs.
Why do mysteries forget
what you try to remember.
I have my keys.
I have my dreams.
I'll leave soon.
Come walk with me
to the door,
and let's say goodbye.
