Smokes and Ladders
She stares up the long, steep ladder. "It seems even higher tonight" she muses. In fact, from where she stands, it seems endless. She hears the rustling of the coconut trees. She shivers. Before hesitation wins her over, she pulls herself up, holding her package of smokes with her teeth. She reaches the last rung with considerably less effort. Experience makes you tougher, they say.
She lights a stick. Deep breathe in. Release. She watches the swirls of white smoke rising, rising, disappearing. She wishes with all her might that the smoke could blow away everything else. But then again, she thought, not really. She closes her eyes and tries to lose herself in the haunting swells and troughs of the verses.
And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky
I can’t take my eyes off of you…
I can’t take my eyes…
And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We’ll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower’s daughter
The pupil in denial
I can’t take my eyes off of you…
I can’t take my eyes…
Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?
I can’t take my mind off of you
I can’t take my mind off you..
I can’t take my mind…
My mind…my mind…
‘Til I find somebody new
The Blower’s Daughter, Damien Rice
And she did…
"Maybe, the worst is over." she thought.
And she knows it could have been over.
If only she wanted it to…
