Still Life

I never understood painting
Until I stood in front of an inexact rendering of a house
With pretty flowers
That made me think of statuary in all its joyless glory
And think of you as well

I have tried but it's no use
Spending time without you
Out of my mind over and again
And again

And suddenly soft grass was on the canvas
Beside cool fields and warm nights
Golden hour by the river
Aside ten indifferent pebbles and a hundred hallowed paths

I was reminded that when the birds fly low it means its going to rain
And the thickness of our glory
Won't protect us from this pain
Out of my mind
Over again



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Haygarth
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