Such Is Eloquent Sorrow

Moving Van's And covering mother With her bath robe Passed out on the couch Go beyond the night And the true meaning of love Cover her up starting at the exposed feet That have tread you to bed Up and down the stairs The carpets have shed And smell so familiar Like childhood blanket's Every memory That has ever rocked you to sleep Lives a thousand grains Of sand on a wind Passing by your bedroom windows Opening up to blistering summer's The likes of which Time ticks on noisy seconds We seek when Day's are dark And the park tree's Are blowing leaves Into Autumnal street's Full of Cars And recycling bin's To be collected In the morning When dreams have settled Like our imperfections And recollection Of all our yesterday's And tomorrow's Such is our eloquent sorrow Such is the machine driven stitch That Pierce's the cloth Of robes Bound for the emperor's new clothes Purple and silken In blood diamonds And Gold