Dripping Trees

Lover come close to me

Draw me back

To where I know I want to be

I watched the colours

Dripping from the trees

And the bones that they left

Are reaching out for me

Lover how far can I go

Before my body

Forgets the way back home

I want to touch you

Show me where to go

Pull me in

Through this shrinking phone

Before the night shuts its mouth

And spits the warmth right out

How can this house

Live with then live without

In the summer a bird came

Laid her blue eggs

Then left again

I haven't touched the pale remains

Those tiny ghosts

Singing for her to come again