Sharpest Blade

There was a time
 I could sleep anywhere—
 My feet on a chair,
 My heart in the woods;
 But love was aloof,
 Just a beggar for tips
 A mime on whose lips
 No promises stood
 But you can cut me quick
 In the light of the shade,
 With the edge of the green
 Of the yard's sharpest blade;
 When nothing I knew
 Was all that it seemed
 I still dreamed
 Of a love to outlive us
 I still prayed
 That this night would outlast us
 And redeem some small thing
 Far beyond me
 Blossoms begin
 Like the tip of a spear,
 Or the curve of a tear
 From a soldier who weeps;
 Seducing the guard
 Of lost years falling by—
 As flowers to lie
 On the dead feigning sleep
 But you cut me quick
 In the light of the shade,
 On the edge of the green
 Of the yard's dark parade;
 When nothing we knew
 Was all that it seemed
 I still dreamed
 Of a love to outlive us
 I still prayed
 That this night would forgive us
 And redeem some small thing
 Far beyond me
 But you cut me quick
 In the light of the shade,
 On the edge of the green
 Of the yard's sharpest blade;
 When nothing we knew
 Was all that it seemed
 I still dreamed
 Of a love to outlive us
 I still prayed
 That this night will convince us
 And redeem some small thing
 Far beyond me