Den våde marts
1. april 2018A stick, a stone
It’s the end of the road
It’s the rest of a stump
It’s a little aloneIt’s a sliver of glass
It is life, it’s the sun
It is night, it is death
It’s a trap, it’s a gunThe oak when it blooms
A fox in the brush
The knot in the wood
The song of a thrushThe wood of the wind
A cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump
It is nothing at allIt’s the wind blowing free
It’s the end of the slope
It’s a beam, it’s a void
It’s a hunch, it’s a hopeAnd the river bank talks
Of the waters of March
It’s the end of the strain
The joy in your heartThe foot, the ground
The flesh and the bone
The beat of the road
A slingshot’s stoneA fish, a flash
A silvery glow
A fight, a bet
The range of a bowThe bed of the well
The end of the line
The dismay in the face
It’s a loss, it’s a findA spear, a spike
A point, a nail
A drip, a drop
The end of the taleA truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light
The sound of a shot
In the dead of the nightA mile, a must
A thrust, a bump
It’s a girl, it’s a rhyme
It’s a cold, it’s the mumpsThe plan of the house
The body in bed
And the car that got stuck
It’s the mud, it’s the mudAfloat, adrift
A flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail
The promise of springAnd the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It’s the promise of life
It’s the joy in your heart(musical Interlude)
A snake, a stick
It is John, it is Joe
It’s a thorn in your hand
And a cut in your toeA point, a grain
A bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard
A sudden stroke of nightA pass in the mountains
A horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves
Rode three shadows of blueAnd the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It’s the promise of life
In your heart, in your heartA stick, a stone
The end of the road
The edge of a log
A lonesome roadA sliver of glass
A life, the sun
A knife, a death
The end of the runAnd the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It’s the end of all strain
It’s the joy in your heart
