One Real Day
Text and voice, Abbie Conant
Music, William Osborne
Please use good stereo system speakers or good headphones.
Was that you beneath my ear
As I listened to your heart
Ear on chest, timpani skin,
Like a brood hen hatching her kind.
Rushing waters beneath your ribs
As you lay there in my arms,
Fragile fountains out of your eyes
Wet my pupils thirsty wells.
Every breath breathing as one
In that moment inside the sun,
Grinning, mute, you took my hands
As the prism shot out its hues.
Rainbows splashed all over our skin
As we entered a shimmering world,
One real day surrounded by night
On this planet among the stars.