I had a Long Convalescence, and I Wore Pearls in my Ears
I had a long convalescence
And I wore pearls in my ears
I used to go by ship
And did not slip
All the secrets in my care
I wore my shadows like a cloak
And there was darkness in my bouquet
I held my hand aloft
Whirled around and spoke
And I knew it was the day
But the seeds of the
Ancient fruit are red
One of these days I'm going to
Hold what's in my head
Under ground and over fire
I'm like a sylph
A symphony of blues
A wave of verdant hues
I had a vague premonition
I tore the letter's dark wax
I held my breath and read
I saw that you had fled
So I hied me off to bed
It came in fragments and pieces
The truth, I know, often does
Your tale tumbled out
And the truth will out
It's what flows from the spout
The words form shapes
for all the poets to opine
But at the end, I'll hold your heart
And call it mine
And we'll walk upon those
Stones you knew so well
A life is made of all
The moments in our shells
See the "widening gyre"
We're all beasts
Beauty is within us
Dusk has hit us there
I embroider sachets
For your sheets
You will cross the River
Leap to come to me
I hold my own definition
Of love, I think one can't know
What the world is like
The oyster and the pike
Inside me flowers bloom and grow
The perils of being human
Do riddle those who will go
To depths and voids below
The heights of ivy grown
"In the hollow of His hand"
Until death do us part
That, I hear, is art
The horse along with the cart
Icarus had wings
To the sea did fling
His mortality did bring
Pages torn and sewn
Tea leaves' future known
To the heavens we have flown
And I wore pearls in my ears
I used to go by ship
And did not slip
All the secrets in my care
I wore my shadows like a cloak
And there was darkness in my bouquet
I held my hand aloft
Whirled around and spoke
And I knew it was the day
But the seeds of the
Ancient fruit are red
One of these days I'm going to
Hold what's in my head
Under ground and over fire
I'm like a sylph
A symphony of blues
A wave of verdant hues
I had a vague premonition
I tore the letter's dark wax
I held my breath and read
I saw that you had fled
So I hied me off to bed
It came in fragments and pieces
The truth, I know, often does
Your tale tumbled out
And the truth will out
It's what flows from the spout
The words form shapes
for all the poets to opine
But at the end, I'll hold your heart
And call it mine
And we'll walk upon those
Stones you knew so well
A life is made of all
The moments in our shells
See the "widening gyre"
We're all beasts
Beauty is within us
Dusk has hit us there
I embroider sachets
For your sheets
You will cross the River
Leap to come to me
I hold my own definition
Of love, I think one can't know
What the world is like
The oyster and the pike
Inside me flowers bloom and grow
The perils of being human
Do riddle those who will go
To depths and voids below
The heights of ivy grown
"In the hollow of His hand"
Until death do us part
That, I hear, is art
The horse along with the cart
Icarus had wings
To the sea did fling
His mortality did bring
Pages torn and sewn
Tea leaves' future known
To the heavens we have flown
Credits
Writer(s): Deborah Stokol
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Other Album Tracks
All Album Tracks: I had a Long Convalescence, and I Wore Pearls in my Ears >
Altri album
- Amongst the Birds and the Bonny Ivy - EP
- The Fisherman
- Beckonings - Orchestrated Version
- Beckonings - Solo Piano Version
- More for the Winsbury Collection
- The Golden Bough
- Preludes - EP
- Spring Morning
- The Lost Album: By Land And Sea, In Flight With Me / Thee
- The Far Field (Hiraeth, Saudade) [Nostos Algos, Part II]
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