we only held hands / in the museum of flight
If we leave now, we can get to the overlook by sunset and still have time to build a fire. Over the echoey slam of our car doors we’ll start tentatively, remembering in a flood about all the bruising and fumbling, but also both hearing how the opening notes of this song on the stereo are dancing that same hesitant waltz that we are. There’s so much goodness here, so much gratitude, and a blissful reservoir that remains unknown. And still so much that we both know.
Your car wheezes and gets going on the highway right as the handclaps start in on the song and the twinned harmonies gather strength to hit their stride together. The yellow lines flick past. The road is open.
All bruises heal.
Warm Bruise – Isaac Pierce
after the accident, inside the ambulance
you walked right out with a warm bruise
saying:
we get to be alive
sleep on your porch tonight
with certain distant songs playing
remind me to thank you for
bringing us out here
just in time
another minute would have been
a lie
Buy Isaac’s EP here. I just did.
Name: Heather Browne
So much of the lovely. How many times will I tell you that I thank you? May I never run out of gratitude, not for the likes of you, miss. Thank you. Again.
Dainon — April 8, 2012 @ 6:02 pm
friend, i’m so thankful for you, too. this song landed right in my lap this morning, sent by another friend with a good ear and a good heart. i take no credit, but stand with you in appreciation for the good stuff. xx
browneheather — April 8, 2012 @ 6:13 pm
such a pretty night song.
Typewriter — April 8, 2012 @ 9:29 pm
Oh, my. This is just perfect. Thanks, again, Heather, for all your good finds.
EliMcQ — April 18, 2012 @ 6:24 pm