Swallow's Song
There is something new
Growing like the sound
Of sulfide alighting
Within you
It keeps from burning out
Fixed and free of doubt
As a swallow's lilting
Passing by
In a new sky
Ringing as it strikes
I heard it in the form
Of a brass horn
I hear it in the midst
Of an angel's kiss
Given in the wake of ashes
Sifted back into the only place
Nothing can erase
Sacred flower cover me
Budding free
As a steel string sustaining
I heard it from a blonde mexican guitar
Its cord a far cry
My amp on standby
And remained there
In the form of a cross
Sustained there
Totally lost
Pale blue and glossed