Stood

The ears retain your silent prayers
Parade them to the soul.
And all along the way they scatter
Diamonds in the coal.

A wider shot of windy days
That breach our memories
Of shapeless friends that turn to red
By sun between the trees.

My powdered hand, of earthen clay
An effort to supress
The sun, who blocks my view of you
And sparks my loneliness

But when my colored eyes return
You've disappeared again,
Abandoning your choral laugh
That whispers to a friend.

The chorus merges seamlessly
As sun begins to sail
As lawns and sidewalks cool themselves
And afternoon looks pale

I stood upon the sand in June
the smoothness of my youth
And toyed against my father's will,
to loose a loosing tooth.

A call from Dad, not English now
Distortion from the span
of years that seemed to dance away
And leave me here, a man.