LION

When I heard you broke the Lion,
I walked slowly home, over the hills,
down to the valley, across the grass lands
to the door where, turning the key,
the grief struck me down.

When I thought about the Lion,
bound, broken and bleeding,
well, the grief struck me down
and my heart fell to the floor, weeping.

And I wonder, yes, I wonder,
how'd you break the Lion?

When word got out about the Lion,
the whole town was stood still in its tracks
staring sadly at their hands.
Each turned to the other but the other could see
that words were gone from the land.

Then a little boy came out from 'mongst the many
treading light upon the earth
wet with tears of disbelief and grief.
His hair shone bright like truth in the dark
and his lips, they moved so slowly as he said,

"I know, yes, I know
"how they broke the Lion.

"They drop by drop smuggled an ocean of grief into his lair,
"so slow, so subtle, neither he nor we noticed his mounting despair.
"The tears welled up within the walls of love built for his Pride
"so that everything dear to him held therein was soaked, sodden and ruined;
"everything dear to him was gone."

And I wonder, oh now I only wonder,
why break the Lion at all?

THORN

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HEATHER

Cue sunrise, a new day, a pang of longing for something old
and where have you gone?

The gypsies have arrived with their dancing and their song
and where have you gone?

What new word have they brought with them, what new enchantment to share,
and where have you gone?

Will they all be as impressed as the rest of us with your little, golden fish
and where have you gone?

 

Cue sunset, an old day, a pang of longing for something new
and where have you gone?

The third-coming has arrived with its railroad of broken dreams
and where have you gone?

I see you there, flicking through your encyclopaedia, making words up as you go
and where have you gone?

Will they all be as impressed as the rest of us with your gold-leaf chamber pot
and where have you gone?

 

CREATURE

I only kind of half remember what we were talking about.
She seemed so warm and open. And me, well, I was me.
She told me I didn’t need a spacesuit, said, ‘babe, take off your hat’
but the thought of it just made me kind of nervous, considering all I’d heard.

On and on and on: wake late, hot sun, damp lungs,
dry dreams, bright skies, last drinks, a long walk home.

 She said, ‘what I’m offering is not frightening and it’s not dangerous at all.
‘It’s exactly the same in all the worlds of angels, upsarahs and kings.’
And I thought, ‘well, I didn’t come this far to only get half-way away.’
I knew that I couldn’t leave yet. I knew I couldn’t leave her.

On and on and on: wake late, hot sun, damp lungs,
dry dreams, bright skies, last drinks, a long walk home.

 ‘Hey, Marvin! Are you still with us? None of what you’re saying’s making sense.
‘You need to get back inside there. 12 years would be a hell of a thing to waste.’
Of course, I heard and I ignored them; to waste this woman’s warmth would’ve been worse.
Hey, Silent Planet, don’t be so sceptical. And wish me luck.

On and on and on: wake late, hot sun, damp lungs,
dry dreams, bright skies, last drinks, a long walk home.