when your bones need a scratch

I wish I was dead

I would have more friends.

The dawn of the sounds

The way the trees sway.

I’ll just go back to the sea.

I’ve had a taste of the Harvest

Moon and I must say the

Night tastes like angels dancing

In the dark like after a hurricane

In October and a gentle kind

Of Spring.

I wish I was dead

I would have more friends.

The dawn of the sounds

The way the trees sway.