Dogs Day

..::In Eight Parts::..


Part III

"Light Gives Way to Pitch"


I can’t seem to understand
Why the shapes and colors have changed
And I can’t hear
No matter our cries
The familiar shapes of brothers unchained

Where is the world I knew?
Bathed in warmth tight pressed and secure
Heartbeats resounding
A fluid comfort
Brothers and sisters all clean-slated pure

   Oh, for the slip
   Of the chain and we run
   New and untroubled
   Beneath the bright summer sun
   Oh, for the leash
   Our protection and lead
   But oh, for the slip
   Of the chain and we run...

I don't understand the light in my eyes
Why shapes and colors should exist at all
Why everything now
Wide open and wild
And the newness of brothers unchained

   And oh, for the slip
   Of the chain and we run
   Long limbed wastrels
   Playing in the sun
   Oh, for the leash
   And the warm caring arms
   That hold us tender
   And keep us from harm
   As we run

Let slip the chain and we run
Oh, for the slip
Of the chain...
We run



ELAshley
090405.012120.1 / 1st five lines
121511.125600.6 / remaining lines

on Boundaries and Peace

I was made to look over the edge
By a man who fell over the edge
Who spoke of how he climbed back from the edge
And into a body of pain

Reassured, I was made to wonder for my soul
By a man so sure of his soul
Whose eyes spoke of peace in his soul
In a body all too acquainted with pain


a "snippet" by
ELAshley
Sometime in June of 2005