Walk along with me for the night is bright
and my tender dream-cages need to be broken
Before the sun dawned and lived... more »
Can you linger here for just a song?
Can you sway with me through the
Evening shutter of full moon-glow?
One day I walked to the end of time
through a darkened field
And called your name
And the only one that heard me
Was the shimmering yellow leaf
Borne of a silvery white ghost-birch
Bending obscenely under the
Wet gales of spring.
Rain fell on my downcast eye and
Stirred my rib-cage into gleam
My clothes smelled of damp, burning leaves.
Musky and old-fashioned, I limped along.
I whistled to my broken wing