Can’t take my eyes off of you
I follow you, like you are a woodsy deer, and I am your tail.
There is no movement I do not feel and see, for I and my eyes are fixed on you,
the way these shiny black stones are fixed in the path’s snow.
With each leap over a log, each delicate side-step around a foot-sized hole I can’t see, with each hand stroke of a low branch held until I am clear,
I am one with your movement - protected, because you are ahead of me.
The scratches that scar your face, don’t scar mine.
As Leonard Cohen’s hunchback says, you say:
Your pain is the shadow of my wound.
Who is becoming my tail?
And what follower is bearing the shadow of my wound?
We are all. We are one.
-
I follow you, like you are a woodsy deer, and I am your tail.
There is no movement I do not feel and see, for I and my eyes are fixed on you,
the way these shiny black stones are fixed in the path’s snow.
With each leap over a log, each delicate side-step around a foot-sized hole I can’t see, with each hand stroke of a low branch held until I am clear,
I am one with your movement - protected, because you are ahead of me.
The scratches that scar your face, don’t scar mine.
As Leonard Cohen’s hunchback says, you say:
Your pain is the shadow of my wound.
Who is becoming my tail?
And what follower is bearing the shadow of my wound?
We are all. We are one.
-
No comments:
Post a Comment