Six Guns

Send six guns to carry me
I have been to the mountain
How they rang their bells on Christmas Eve
But I could not hear or count them

Did you meet she whose mind asleep
Is a shadow out walking?
In a day for night, in a black and white
Where her name means next to nothing

Was a blue room she sank into
Was a spell black as thinking
And between the two came a passing mood
That could break the back of breathing

What the eyes see on TV screens decays
I have lost all my images this way
I have known what would come before it came
Lost names: I am opened in this
I am opened in this

Send six guns to carry me
I have come from the mountain
How they rang their bells on Christmas Eve
But I could not hear or count them