Wounded Lands: No More the Wiser

No More the Wiser

I’ve known passion, I’ve known lust
I’ve known madness and distrunst
I’ve known all the things that fools’ call love
But are not love at all
I’ve known daughters of the rain
Seen them wither from their shame
By the empty riverbed
Where the lovers lay their bones

I’ve known lock and I’ve known key
I’ve seen things thought to be unseen
But I am no more the wiser
Just a miser of the obscene
Down honeysuckle perfumed lane
I’ve seen through the frostbit pane
And a creature born of habit
In this attic, I’ll remain

Lessons taught aren’t lessons learned
Confessions wept, confessions burned
Turn around and watch the teacher
Become creature and then bone…

And lay me down
In the riverbed
And may the daughters
Kiss my forehead
And lay me down
In the riverbed
And may the daughters
Kiss my forehead
Kiss my forehead
Kiss my forehead…