down by the harbourside
a boat is fastened by a length of rope.
it was a perfect match,
dreaming of escape,
feeling almost detached.
look beneath the waves -
the seabirds diving down into black water.
the morning bells begin,
schoolchildren chant and spin.
a length of rope
below a hanging tree,
like cruel secrets some of us turn out to be.
should our love increase,
we are all released like statues from marble.
while in a prison yard,
they're taking turns to guard
a length of rope.
are you too weak to fight?
picking up a thread and then stretching it tight.
look beneath the waves -
the seabirds diving down into black water.
still our love increased,
we are all released like statues from marble. |