Sebastopol

by Nick Jaina

just an hour before
we first met
your clothes were packed
your hair was wet
the Ides of March
your tender skin
your head was set
but then I marched in

your eyes tell so many tales
your eyes tell so many wild wild tales
your eyes tell so many tales
oh and I only want to believe

sailor, heal your wounds
to the sounds of ships
and strands of songs
from patient lips
and bales of steam
from boiler rooms
the heiress, she calls
but the horizon, it looms

your eyes tell so many tales
your eyes tell so many wild wild tales
your eyes tell so many tales
oh and I only want to believe

no more dearly departed
no more fear of the broken hearted
no more wind, no more steel, no more ice
no more air that is thick with the wedding rice
I will sound  every tine in your silver
I will whistle down your calm narrow streets
I will smoke from the apples I pilfered
I will sing of this love, it repeats

your eyes tell so many tales
your eyes tell so many wild wild tales
your eyes tell so many tales
oh and I only want to believe

© 2010 Nick Jaina

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