Descent (mp3
/4.2 meg)
Dropping a coin into a well
follow the descent
towards an unseen pool of water
but the sound of landing never comes
so in his company my words fall
into a void
At times he’ll lift his brow
or even smile
but these gestures are merely bumps
along the way…
As if my coin nicked a ledge or a branch
reaching for light
I’ve learned it’s not possible
not possible to touch
to touch the pool at the bottom
I suspect this pool no longer exists
I suspect this well is dry
but then his sigh...
All yearning compressed
into a single vowel
sounded in a breath, low
So others may barely hear but
never forget
Music
by Nate Scoble & Weba Garretson, Lyrics by Weba Ken
Lasaine, guitar, Jessica Catron, cello, Joe Berardi, vibraphone |