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one day I was standing above a cliff looking down at the ocean where wave after wave crashed on the trembling rocks and the water climbed
with violent memory. It screamed at the living and turned to mist, bleeding away into the cracks very slowly carving a shape that resembled coastline,
just before another wave came and toppled the crest with violent roar. My path ended and an endless black wish began… I saw you standing there in front of me looking out at the curse that swims beneath the surface of the dark water, your cold shoulders and hair blowing back into the drift of night like the trees bowing away from the ocean, afraid to show their courage, guarding the tiny houses and little campfires where people live. I fell slowly into my own skin.
the miles I drove were no longer there, no longer in time with one another.. just worn paths in the earth separating me from where I was
and where I now stood, like empty caverns of canyons that are laced with rocks and scars. My time is divided before and after, who I was and who I am now, before you and until I see you again, by no fault of my own. But I was no longer afraid, no longer broken. And I was again able to regain my footing and brace myself inside my coat so I could reach out for you like you were still here. I saw dead flowers. I watched the petals grow dark, wilt in joy, and tear from the vine, falling to the earth where they curled against the soil and very slowly crawled back into the womb of the earth so they could plant seeds for a new and better me.
and the night sang blue midnight tears that fell onto my blanket so the stars, naked above me, could decorate the sky and open road and deliver me through today before tomorrow, where I could reject the dark shadows within my own mind and hear echoes ring into new echoes...
My breath is fog against the cold night. In sounds of war, I shutter so in my sleep I can shake the day before my rest and let my dreams again gleam like the water in the moonlight. I hold true to the reflection of the stars above me and forgive their desperation to ripple into golden memories where you remind me that it is not a mistake to make our time here beautiful. Even if soon, I will be in my bed, where I’ll dream, you are with me and we are flowers.
~by chris brecht
dead flower motel
released January 4, 2011
Dead Flower Motel - Illuminous Country Music
chris brecht –guitar, harmonica, vocals
scott davis – guitar, banjo, wurlitzer
matt mollica – b3 organ, wurlitzer, upright piano, backing vocals
ricky ray jackson - steel, backing vocals
John Michael Dayspring - Bass
falcon valdez - drums, percussion, backing vocals
andrew hernandez - backing vocals
Produced by Chris Brecht
Engineered and Mixed by Andrew Hernandez at Premium Recording
Mastered by Richard Morris www.richardmorrismastering.com
Design: Chris King at No Current