the
season's
changing
I
feel
nostalgic
I
want
you
more
than
ever

I
want
you
darling
to
treat
me
like
you
did
the
night
before
forever

how
the
little
moth
the
girls
call
a
butterfly
rested
in
the
bean
leaves

some
old
broken
poems
a
postcard
and
the
sound
of
silence
played

the
baby
sleeps
with
her
whole
body
on
my
head
like
the
cat
would
do

you
pulled
the
covers
back
my
skin
was
warm
on
your
hands
and
I
loved
you

I
thought
about
the
hurt
and
then
I
didn't
think
about
it
anymore

I
don't
know
why
the
clouds
look
better
from
the
middle
of
the
street

the
light
of
the
sun
was
so
weird
tonight
it
hid
behind
the
rain
clouds

I
was
making
dinner
but
I
really
wanted
to
be
writing
poems

she
showed
me
the
photographs
and
I
was
at
once
in
someone
else's
world

seemed
like
the
real
thing
but
I
was
so
blind
mucho
mistrust
love's
gone
behind

-Blondie

all
of
a
sudden
I
wanted
to
take
a
bath
with
all
of
my
clothes
on

it's
about
a
boy
and
girl
and
the
magic
they
conjured
together

he 
used 
words 
like 
cast 
away 
and 
holdfast 
and 
I 
felt 
just
like 
the 
waves

he
said
he
has
moves
like
Jagger
but
that
fool
he
certainly
does
not

my
heart
is
considering
something
far
away
something
it
wants
closer

I
held
her
told
her
she
was
confident
smart
good
she's
still
my
baby

I 
felt 
the 
crows 
hadn't 
cawed 
in 
years 
then 
suddenly 
they 
were 
all 
were 

it 
was 
like 
all 
the 
scenes 
they 
write 
where 
she 
talked 
about 
her 
life 
changing 

so 
much 
is 
on 
my 
mind 
like 
all 
the 
ex-boyfriends 
that 
have 
already 
died 

he 
said 
there's 
a 
sense 
of 
confidence 
in 
sitting 
still 
I 
believe 
that 

I 
visited 
the 
ocean 
today 
and 
something 
there 
made 
me 
feel 
lonely 

it 
was 
that 
wonderful
moment 
of 
silence 
wind 
and 
crickets 
calling 
me

I 

wanted 

to 

lose 

myself 

under 

the 

stars 

at 

night 

and 

not 

come 

back 

the 
dads 
hacky-sacked 
on 
the 
playground 
the 
children 
played 
knights 
mothers 
smiled

the 
cat 
licks 
my 
arm
while 
I 
meditate 
I 
don't
mind
I 
kinda 
like 
it 

the 
chilly 
morn 
air 
reminds 
me 
of 
days 
grey 
gold 
and 
behind 
me 
now

the 
story 
went 
that 

his 
ex 
sat 
in 
the 
back 
pew 

with 
tears 
in 
her 
eyes

he 
didn't 
care 
if 
the 
moment 
was 
captured 
he 
was 
just 
glad 
it 
happened 

I'm just feeling the
air right now. Listening to the 
trees and the birds sing.  

There is a season 
of the witch. It'll be cold when 
she's ready for you. 

stillness, pauses like 
beats in this song, my life, are 
strengths like roots in earth  

"The helping hand that 
guides you along, whether you're 
right, whether you're wrong."

                         -'Your Mother and Mine'

there were hills on that 
side flat lands as far as you 
could see on the other  

I'm 

so 

lucky 

to 

know 

you 

to 

hold 

you 

touch 

you 

I 

feel 

like 

a 

queen

my 
bird 
fly 
from 
our 
nest 
and 
when 
you 
return 
it'll
still 
be 
waiting 
warm 

she 
was 
the 
same 
the 
moon 
as 
any 
other 
night 
yet 
avant-garde 
she 
was

I 
could 
write
about 
the 
way 
he 
looked 
at 
her 
the 
way 
she 
spoke 
of 
him