Brother from Moon Window by Benjamin Woods

Brother

oh my daughter came out of the forest.
with nettle on her knees and tongue with song
she came out into chorus:
"I am not afraid; my breasts are your aging face.
now take my hand and feel my way."
and I took it knowing the difference.
my songs moved to her and she listened.
my brother, I tell you, my love is not coveted
like they sit there on my shoulder.

still my daughter - niece to you I've written -
comes so sweetly; though she sleeps in winter
and she is so afraid since I got my head okay,
and leaving here,
my feet just never stay -
"one more coffee babe"
her winter is making me shiver
like birches that burn me with silver:
that they don't belong here and I belong
everywhere. now take my season as shelter,
my brother, please.

oh my brother the choice is ever either.
let the voices that you hear come out your skull
and find themselves inside your ears.
do not be afraid,
it's language you've chosen and
you must keep that way
maybe you're crazy, say;
just schizophrenic and unhappy.
how mind muddied matter gets sappy.
but I just see music,
so we must share more than just cheekbones
and ears: ain't that something?
oh brother, please.


Copyright 2010 Benjamin Woods

• Benjamin
• Folk
• Grunge Folk
• Woods
• brother
• folk
• jazz
• orchestral
• schizophrenia
• Victoria