hanna shelley
Hanna Shelley woke at night searching for the sea
She cast a cloak upon the earth to mask it
A rumor of rebellion whistled like a breeze
With open hands stretching for the summit
Unto you, my daughter, the sky has struck accord
The voices gave her blindly to shadow
With hunger by her side, the broken as companion
The morning with a sigh departure
Alone at last, in exile of our bodies broken free
Her breath was uninspired
By the streets unto god the children be
And Hanna woke up searching for the sea
And hanna woke up searching
Hanna Shelley sat against the comfort of a tree
The running river sang of longing
A poet of her kindness gazing at the leaves
The birds above were nesting
Among them scattered prose, the likes of which was read
by he one would call a prophet
the echoes of his mocking humbled in verse
lying in the grave beside him
Alone at last, in exile of our bodies broken free
Her breath was uninspired
By the streets unto god the children be
And Hanna woke up searching for the sea
And hanna woke up searching
Hanna Shelley came today to speak of love and folk
A hidden self that dares to laughing
A bow of silence from her hands they could evoke
Her eyes are those which debt cannot contain
Behold the mirror and the cave to which you find
a home by the fire keeps you coughing
Behold the blindness of men behind walls made of stone
The arrows of our needs are left wanton
Alone at last, in exile of our bodies broken free
Her breath was uninspired
By the streets unto god the children be
And Hanna woke up searching for the sea
And hanna woke up searching
