Sawdust in the air

I was sawing some planks into pieces today, and this started playing in my head to the tune of Walking in the air, composed by Howard Blake.


Sawdust in the air

Floating in the clear, blue sky

My lungs are full of it, as well as are my eyes


I already lost my sight

And it burns like hell, it’s true

The sky, it now looks brown, for me not perfect blue


The fungi and the mold

Have found their brand new home in me

Took over everything, from forehead to my knee


I cough blood in the night and I scratch my eyes

My throat is dry, my sheets are red, a wonderful surprise


Sawdust in the air

My head feels so very light

The noises far away, the lamps always so bright


The doctors say, it’s too late, what happens now, we know

I don’t believe, this is real, it can’t be my time yet to go


Sawdust in the air

Floating in the clear, blue sky

Like the sawdust did for me, the clouds are passing by


Wooden valentine’s heart

This valentine’s heart is made with love,

A chainsaw, axe, and loads of sweat.

The wood felt the same as I do with you,

Cold metal teeth biting, imminent threat.

As I worked, my mind was on your beauty,

And what to make for dinner, lentils or beans.

I hoped it would please you dearly, my love,

I don’t want to buy something beyond my means.

I hope you place it on the shelf as it deserves,

So I have an edge whenever we fight.

My wooden head like this heart can’t know,

But in my heart I know this is right.