City

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Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

I dream of a city with honey walled buildings.  A place where the autumn is a mood rather than a season.   I dream of brown buildings, strong arms and trees with leaves that are a shape that is more than shape, rather a texture upon the dark sky.  I don't know the name of such leaves, for all the leaves where I live are hearts, and these are not hearts, but are splayed more like oak, maybe they are oak or maybe not, I can't tell, but I look up and remember even as there are arms as stars around me, the way the light moves through them, the dense shadows and ridged contours of day.  I dream of a pool where the lights reflect and it is the soul of a city dancing within, some kind of deep current though the waters be shallow.  I can see across to where the city rises like a plume of smoke out of my imagining thoughts.  I know there are other lights, but I can't see beyond the reflections and the coolness of the water laced through my fingers - waves that flatten as they move into the circles of lights.  Beyond is a hum of cars, but it is a symphony much like 4'33', in which I am drawn in only to move outwards and be overwhelmed by the silence of a place that is never silent.  Somewhere after there is the dark ocean, I don't know how I come to be there, how I come to be on the edge of the rolling abyss, while the light pushes me towards.   I look into a darkness from this place of waked buoyancy.  I see it and somehow can almost see what I am there with this city,  a crown upon my head and wings of lights as I stretch my arms and wonder at whether I would fall, or fly into this place here that is what I know, but is also what I don't know.   

Written in November 2011

City - Scorpion Moon

Lyrics

‘Neath the cacophony there is a living beat
A heart that never sleeps
Held in the honey walls, secrets and gargoyles
A lover’s harking hall
Oh sweep me away, lead me astray
Within your winsome arms
Lift me on the wings of your symphonic din
Like the rush of breathing

City under my dreams
Light at the seams
Holds a spilling halo
Music, rapturous tears
Speaks as a seer
In the tongue of fallen angels
Take me further

Temples of fractured high kissing a weeping sky
And crowned in sun break gold
Night, a reflection of smoke in the vestibules
Of every waking door
Oh teach me to pray on the autumnal grey
For nothing but witching hours
Lost in the delicate skin of your cobblestone mist
And your seeking pleasure

City under my dreams
Light at the seams
Holds a spilling halo
Music, rapturous tears
Speaks as a seer
In the tongue of fallen angels
Take me further

Strangers in marble halls
A dance of colliding starts
Furtively dream of stars

Oh let me be changed by the shadows and veins
Held by your seabound walls
Trace the ruins renamed, these morphing refrains
Oh they sing enraptured, chaos captured
Take me further
Take me further
Take me further

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