Here in this odd, quiet hourwhen the earth is stilldark and shaking off the coldI think of yourather curiouslyand wonder...What would have beenhad you..
So go ahead andsugarcoat it, Sugaract like your liesdid not sting my lipsthat you did not glazecoat me with confectionsprinkling all that sweet stuffa..
We dreamed of lofty thingsa tree home in the airwhere birds make their nestsand the noise from the world belowwould filter through bark and leavesneve..
The uncertainty of my stepsleaves an erratic trace of soundunder my bare solesI don't know where I'm goingor how to retrace backto the place on the si..