So young for death,
We walk in shoes too big
But you play it like a poet,
Like you always did.
And I lay face upturned on the palm of God,
Pushed on by the fingertips of dreams,
They haunted me,
You slept a sigh like the angels speak,
And we danced into tomorrow on bleeding feet
And I had thought that I would die here
But you pushed me on.
You can keep it all locked up in your leaden chest
Or you can lay mouth open on the water’s edge
But all your angels and your God will stitch and wash you
Oh I would like to call it beauty,
Strained as love’s become, it still amazes me
And I would like to call it beauty.
Corinne Bailey Rae<3
& your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open” —JM