the strange moon-sets

in my dreams i cannot seem to forget

a forest funeral morning
pockets filled to the top
three minutes of life start
before her heart stops
now the water's at her waist
pinched ribs and took her breath
she finally went under
and drowned in her death

only then would i pour grey tears
and eventually wash you away
and plant the buddings as a new year nears,
to erase and forget that whimsical day

but you have yet to escape me,
so therefore here i will soak
the sky like an old oak tree,
or else i would just choke

i would just wilt into blackness,
just like all things would,
and if not for earth's dresses
and a world of motherly good.
i'd have learned to compromise that part of me
by trading back my eyes for ears
i forced through a wasteland deep in myself
to get myself from there to here

oh oh oh
then i would be the smartest
after that, you bet!
coz' time was just a girl
that i had never met
she had long black hair
she bunned in a net

and every single morning
she'd rry to catch me good
to steal my life and everything
just like they said she would

and then i woke up and dressed in stripes