Lyric: Quietus Poem by Caryl Ramsdale

Pure
White
Plumy
Razor cut strands
Lounged extravagantly—
Sprawled
Athwart A glossy faced Pillowcase—
Slumping
Into satiny folds here and there.

As I reach out
To touch you
Stroke your silky
Curlicues—
You said you
like me fiddlin'
With bendable
locks that were—

Young
Fresh
Shiny
Harmonizing
With color flecks in your eyes.
Hush—
Rest your sick heart as you slumber—
Hear me?
I’m merely asking you for more time.

As I reach out
To touch you
Stroke your silky
Curlicues—
You said you
like me fiddlin'
With bendable
locks that were.