when the dandelions go
I string my woes
like pearls and stones.
Maybe you can wear them
when you’re far, far from home.
My head hangs low, I drag my heart.
Take care when you go
that you’re minding your feet.
There are snakes in the alleys
and rocks in the streets.
My head hangs low, I drag my heart.
I watch the night
from a long day’s parade.
Echoes of salvation
in the howls of the rain.
My head hangs low, I drag my heart.
In rooms full of silence,
a thief now speaks.
He takes of my prayers
and repays them with grief.
My head hangs low, I drag my heart.
I send out my love
on storm-beaten wings,
soft intonations
on old worn out strings.
My head hangs low, I drag my heart.
Through rivers and roads
I carry your name,
over quiet green valleys
to rich golden plains.
My head hangs low, I drag my heart.
When you’ve forgotten the sun
for the stars in your eyes,
recall then my love,
my tender sweet child.
This is beautiful! The refrain and the rhythm feel very much like song lyrics (and I love that).