Lykke Li - I Know Places (Live on the Moon)

This is                       something
I want                        to type
                'cause I'm a poet
                and I don't knowet
But my feet show it
They're longfellows

Dusk

Dusk scrolls discreetly,              inscribing sunset scars.
Christened in camera chrome,             a girl cradles the sky
while curls of cow and cotton             bookend cratered clouds.
Wreathed in this rough jade,             she rests her reeling mind
and fades somewhere       between       fence lines and fate.
Here she stands, betwixt.       Twilight.       A twisted sister, entwined,
baby's breath bouquet             beside brambles and brushwood,
orchard blossoms bleeding             over her breastless blouse.
Tricks of light entrance her,             trading shades for truth.
Shadows shepherd her;             she cannot be sure
this west world she watches             won't wilt with the wind.
Flanked by flora, she spies             a migrant flock fleeing
some rustic remains,             a relic wreathed in rot.
There, barbed wire thickets             bracket a barn decayed.
The hummingbird haunts             its rust-hewn hinge,
sparrow feet span             its splintered frame
and half-light lures her             into the loft.
The den seems dead,             dim and dank.
But this is not a stagnant             stale, starched strand;
stories still breath inside,             stirring the stoic rot.
Oak splinters sprawl so             spirits may speak.
Abandoned, the barn             abounds, a bed of breath and books,
an archive chaotic,             un-kept, near decay.
Yet, piled and unpolished,             the pages still pulse.
Each moth-eaten margin             marks movement and form;
each chicken-scratch scribble             cries life! life!
Some decade-pressed spiders span             print sprigs and spines.
Fresh creatures encroach,             crowding the carved crawlspace.
Thus, this trivial trove             trills volumes of truth.
And nocturne engulfs               the girl in the gulch,
moonshine marking             her amused, muted smile.