Those Years

The other day Charles posted a video of a Christian song. It's one of those songs that nicely accompanies a solitary and pensive moment. But if you hear it in public, you're probably in a church surrounded by lots of Korean American and/or white people with a handful speaking in tongues and sporadically clapping. If you're lucky, one guy is laughing uncontrollably. Very disturbing.

Regardless, I've been thinking about times when conviction was so easy to come by and the will to believe in something was easier. I think we're all still looking.

i thought i saw death
on an opposite train

she was the most beautiful
thing i had ever seen

perhaps there is no other way
but to say it was lovely

no flashbacks
no glimpse of light
no tunnel or tears
no farewell no goodnight

only eyelash eclipse
moonlit alchemy
and clean starlight lips

i believed in those years

but now my angels are left undefended
kissing away the ache of absence
to save salvation for another day

i believed in those years

so won’t you stay who you are
please, stay who you are