Woolf - Reina Del Cid

London fog

The weight of god

Gathers on

4 o’clock in the morning

Sun will rise

Just in time

To strip and dive

Or buy the flowers and host the party

You’re at your best

In your new blue dress

With the floppy hat and a cigarette

You hit ‘em hard with sparkling wit

And you write the books that scare your friends

Then you pack your bags and catch the train

Just to move the pawns on your checkered brain

But the waves still break and sound the same

You can hear ‘em from the garden

In the morning

You are painting the sky

By the evening

You are wanting to die

All right

Richmond clouds

Roam the downs

To think out loud

Five o’clock in the evening

Sun will set

Night’s wide net

The thought of it

Sets your heart ablaze and beating

Set the type and you work the press

Till the proofs are out and the letters sent

Then you play the host to your friends and ghosts

Till they tip their hats and take their coats

You build your room at great expense

From the finest rock on a crumbling cliff

So the long campaign on time begins

Until you find your way back home

At the spring’s end

The birds are singing to you

But by the winter

They’ll only whisper the truth

Virginia, don’t you weep

You’re talking in your sleep again

‘bout all the same old ghosts

The men in overcoats

And when you take that leap

I hope the water’s deep and that

The river takes you in

And brings you home again