Natalie Merchant reaches deep and finds some of the dark depths we all have…
they say a deep-water fish should not be brought up….
should we plumb the depths of our own souls?
How deep can we go before it is too dark….
darkness within darkness
enfolded within enigma and riddles,
half truths and distortions of the abyss
Watch your time and depths….
don’t tarry, or narcosis is the result
and when you stare into the abyss,
you may not see what is looking back into your own depths
the eyes mirror the soul
keep yours bright
know the dark,
but keep to the light
polish the glass to your soul
so the light can shine in
Natalie Merchant
‘I May Know The Word’
I may know the word, but not say it
I may know the truth, but not face it
I may hear a sound, a whisper
sacred and profound
but turn my head
indifferent
I may know the word, but not say it
I may love the fruit, but not taste it
I may know the way to comfort
and to soothe a worried face
but fold my hands
indifferent
If I’m on my knees, I’m begging now
if I’m on my knees, groping in the dark
I’d be praying for deliverance
from the night and into the day
but it’s all grey here
it’s all grey in here
but it’s all grey to me
I may know the word, but not say it
this may be the time, but I might waste it
though this may be the hour
something move me, someone prove me wrong
before the night comes with indifference
if I’m on my knees, I’m begging now
if I’m on my knees, groping in the dark
I’d be praying for deliverance
from the night and into the day
but it’s all grey here
but it’s all grey to me
I recognize the walls inside me
I recognize them all
I’ve paced between them chasing demons
down until they fall in fitful sleep
enough to keep their strength
enough to crawl into my head
with tangled threads
they riddle me to solve
again and again and again