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featuring Anchor Méjans' reading of his own piece, The Promise. Let me know what you think!
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Don’t ask for my promise of tomorrow
for I wrapped it in a small rag and hid it under some leaves in the woods near your house.
I knew I could ever find it again and I knew this was my guaranty that you could not take my heart away and pawn it in some frozen market among gaunt and starving merchants among old crates and dust.
I wanted your suspenders
And all the litter of your free and easy speeches
I wanted to collect your wasted words
In gilded boxes labeled: Absent.
I wanted the days you let yourself
be swallowed by the moon.
I wanted the pink folds of your forgotten dreams…
I only got your shadow
And it faded at noon.
Click here to listen!
Don’t ask for my promise of tomorrow
for I wrapped it in a small rag and hid it under some leaves in the woods near your house.
I knew I could ever find it again and I knew this was my guaranty that you could not take my heart away and pawn it in some frozen market among gaunt and starving merchants among old crates and dust.
I wanted your suspenders
And all the litter of your free and easy speeches
I wanted to collect your wasted words
In gilded boxes labeled: Absent.
I wanted the days you let yourself
be swallowed by the moon.
I wanted the pink folds of your forgotten dreams…
I only got your shadow
And it faded at noon.
