Faint light of dawn. I'm listening to you. Breathing in and breathing out. Needing nothing. . You're honey dipped. You are beautiful. Floating clouds, soft world.
I don't see nothing, I don't see nothing. I don't see nothing, I don't see nothing. . It isn't bad to know your limitations. That we know can come to good.
Drown out. The voice that breaks the silence. And talks the joy out of everything. You were found out and had to walk. In darkness without the only thing you care about.
She lives with an orange tree. The girl that does yoga. She picks the dead ones from the ground. When we come over. And she gives. I get. Without giving anything to me.
Danger...danger ahead. We missed the signs,. We lost all we had of you. I know you had time on your own. . But you couldn't ever say that. You didn't have a place to come home to.
So much that I can't say to you. My voice shakes from the hurt that I hide. Ashamed of my existence. And of my petty often wounded pride. . I'd like to come home to see you.
This is the first you spoke of it. In your black magic house in a cold damp attic. Two windows stare at us like eyes. Behind them December's dark early morning sky.
I walked down the hill, sluggishly and frail. The wind blew hard, hard on me. I imagined it your ghost white body. Making love with me. . I walked down the hill.
Out of the box, down colorful hill. Out of the box, down colorful hill. . Winds lifting tired feet, skin sensing challenge ahead. Winds lifting tired feet, skin sensing challenge ahead.
Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe. It don't matter anyhow. And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe. If you don't know by now. When the rooster crows at the break of dawn.
Do As The Living Do. ===================. You can't think of worries. They might bury you. What good can they do?. They just make you blue. And time is on your side.
Dear Robert Graves. ------------------. Dear Robert Graves, I got your last letter. Is it that bad? on your side of the ocean?. You seem to live under the clouds above us.
Like a ghost. A ghost of something old. It's cold and dusty in here. . And twenty years. And six feet down I'm told. I know your face. I share your name.
If the cliffs were any closer. If the water wasn't so bad. I'd dive for your memory. On the rocks and the sand. . I'd dive for you. Like a bird I'd descend.
Don't be so rude. I was only trying to make conversation. Hey (?) this is not going anywhere. Got that chalk on her hands (x 3). . I'm just trying to get a handle on this.