A Story At Three
again and again
they blend into one
my father the morning
pushes through the moonlight love
so whats sleep
sleep
im tired
so tired
but it seems
that theres someone here with me
we are wakeful
wry, watchful
were awaiting
deathless ones
a story at three
with the shrillest of cries
my mind fights with the sparkles
in the corner of my eyes
i hear the morning choir
sing to me their elegy
so beautiful
they sing to me their elegy
requiem
