Purple Eyelid Paroles

I really am
so far from home
arching backwards
deep in the meadow
smell of blood
the wind has teeth
to my left
death does linger
and to my right
a golden wreath
come the vulture
come the dove
coming silent
coming undone
recall the future
infinite love
infinite violence
under one sun
go on and simmer
in the gold you may never
bring back this day