Park Bench - Gazpacho

i was burning through a life on fire

and when you breath you feed the flame

only ashes will remain

on a park bench in a city

sat a faceless winter coat

told me blood is water

you’ll deny me later

hanging chinese lantern riddles from your trees

when you have no answers

careful that you dont wake up

keep dreaming of me

knowing you’ll never understand

on rye beside of the river lights

in fields of barley dried

and pour a world of drinks for the sky

in the ivory heat of morning

through the mercy of the sun

you were searching for me

worship stone on hillsides

saw the shape in the clothesline that could not be wind

there is something watching

and i heard them whisper

curse their words upon me

as it left or chose to stay

as a child i saw the glory of every tower raised in stone

built for soul and not for gold

to conceal the dark from sunlight

you can never build too high

and i never solved it

it was lost in the ether

and i know you’ve seen my candle in the night

i will come to call you

and ill cull if the the blood helps

if and when you escape and try to run from me