asher63 (asher63) wrote,
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Caroline

[sung slowly, with a Leonard Cohen feel]

I was walking without a reason
when the evening came to stay
her dress was the color of fire
her hair was the color of clay

and her autumn voice echoed inside me
and it sounded a little like mine
she said 'come live with me in the forest
you can call me Caroline'


...


Now the oak tree outside my window
will be the first and the last thing to stand
its wooden hand reckons the hours
of the plague that is over the land

and it studies the landscape around it
in the lonely school of time
and that tree has a name for my gravesite
and it calls the place Caroline.
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