Silver Suite from Oneiria by Maximo Diego Pujol

When you arrive
there’ll be cockatiels
and pear trees and wine
by a silver bay
where we grew to know
just what holy means,
where god is the stone
that you toss into the bay

And out from the water,
there will rise a figure
One you know well,
it is me I’ll take you
down to the spires,
and we’ll drink up
all the dreams we require
and rinse them through our teeth

My darling, I’m fine,
can you see me ripping
diamonds into carbon?
Like everything was mine from the start,
Just like you, i’m pulling roses from gardens
That someone else grew

Do you recall how the solipsisms
pooled at my doorstep
and stuck between my toes
when you told me,
“Honey, I think you’ve got more hope
than this world does allow”

Sturgeons sing me silver blues
My darling, I’ve been well
My darling, I’ve been well

When you arrive
there’ll be cockatiels
and pear trees and wine
by a silver bay
where we grew to know
just what holy means
where god is the stone
that you toss into the bay

• Acoustic
• experimental folk
• freak folk
• independent
• singer-songwriter
• United States