Light of the morning day. Sadly it will not stay. This perfect pink for too long couple of hours from now. All the sunflowers will frown and turn. For the sun is too strong.
The yellow wind sends brambles through the dust. . The tractor wheels won't turn for all the rust the corn has died. . And dried upon the stalk her lips are cracked it hurts to talk it hurts to talk.
Oh midnight singer. Outside my window. Oh how your songs. Come in strange and low. And in my bed I lay silent. Hoping you'd stay. Hoping you'd go. . Oh midnight singer.
LAURA VEIRS. Magnetized. . Slain. By your zirconium smile. I was slain. By your olivine eyes. Slain. I was lying in piles. Hoping shovels would cast me.