Notes from a small island
A weblog by Jonathan Ali

Friday, December 05, 2003  

Time takes care of the wound so I can believe
You had so much to give, you thought I couldn’t see
Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived
I had to send it away to bring us back again

Your eyes and body bright in silent waters, deep
Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep
A kiss goodnight from every stranger that I meet
I had to send it away to bring us back again

Morning theft, unpretender left, ungrateful

True self is what brought you here to me
A place where we can accept this love
Friendship battered down by useless history
Unexamined failure

What am I still to you? Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
That brings us to who we need
A place where we can tame
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir

You’re a woman, I’m a calf
You’re a window, I’m a knife
We come together, making chance in the starlight
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want
I have no right to wonder just how or when

You know the meaning fits
There’s no relief in this
I miss my beautiful friend

I had to send it away to bring her back again

-- “Morning Theft” by Jeff Buckley, from the (posthumous)1998 album, (Sketches for) My Sweetheart the Drunk.

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