Fixative

If there’s a diamond in my mind
Will it dwindle down to naught
Or will it always be defined
If I cant fix it with my heart
So I’m returning to the place
That I might look into your eyes
And look so hard that I can taste
That winter sun that never sets
The swallow caught up in the nets
The perfect chorus when it hits
Don’t slam the door, boy, when you leave
Was heading northward when I saw
That empty house out in the midst
There are traces left for sure
On every mouth you ever kissed
So I’m returning to the word
That I might look between the lines
That I might dutifully recall
The blue within your seagull stare
The funny ways you had to care
For every little thing beyond compare
Don’t slam the door, boy, when you leave
So now I’m calling in the gulf
When you went walking with wolf
Hey boy, you really brought it on yourself
Don’t slam the door, now, when you leave
The strangest for we ever faced
The stark in every staging grace
Is crushing diamonds into paste
Don’t slam the door, boy, when you leave
Don’t slam the door, boy, when you leave