The Reeds from Oneiria by Autumn Burnett

Meet me in the hail
Where the water makes
Little patterns on your face

And watch your thoughts parade
Through the queen anne’s lace
Dropping minutes in the bay

Well I dove into the harbour in my clothes
‘Cause I swore I saw you sinking through the foam
But all I found were waves

Burning from the salty muddy brine
I swore I heard you call me, rasped and dry
Upon a cliffside

Does it feel like apiaries brewing in your sides?
And bees with timepieces fly by
Spinning round your head and ticking trails of fishing line
I won’t let hope sour me blind

Did you see that night
How my shadow turned
into incandescent light?

All the while, I thought,
“How impossible,
yours must have done forgotten to…

...leave this sallow, clodden ground behind
and make like bees from geysers gone divine
So tired of this stone-locked lot
Unabashed breach, absconding
Sometimes I still love you more than naught

I think I made you up
inside my head
Leather boots and ribbon red
I’ve been shaking rattles, herbs and smoke
Over sticks our feet once broke
Digging up the agency, the gall
left in brambles there to rot
If you care to uphold reverie,
I’ll be pawing through the reeds

• Acoustic
• experimental folk
• freak folk
• independent
• singer-songwriter
• United States