The night sky was not quite blackespecially in the light of moonthe ghostly glow of the orbhad lent the sky some blueI shivered from the autumn chilla..
Lay your weary, heavy head next to minethe sun is high, the sky is bluebuzzing bees whisper secrets in my earsI will help you hear them tooTwo dreamer..
One day death will come for me, childand I shall pass tooas all men haveand as all men willuntileternityretires or dies...Promise me you'll live harde..