harrow
In a world he ‘longs not to
To a dream he is not bound
By a road he does not walk
Only harrowed is he found
Lie down where you groan
Wander where you roam
Fissures, cracks and moans
Cried out once and gone
It’s a curve he cannot touch
From a touch he will be dumb
In a world of angels ‘lone
A sallow bone he’ll plumb
Lie down where you groan
Wander where you roam
Fissures, cracks and moans
Cried out once and gone
Words and language sere
Legion named and feared
Haunts my fearful soul
Fingers thumbs and tears
Lie down where you groan
Wander where you roam
Fissures, cracks and moans
Cried out once and gone
I said he cried out once
and gone, gone, gone
Only cried out once and gone
“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.
Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes? Click here to download it here for free!
The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult
