Now I don’t know where my hat has gone.
The road outside my dusk is colored dawn
The hawk extends his ruddy claws,
And dust descends from dusty daws.
I put things off, I beg you,
Don’t you pry!
I feel my heart is pressed, my veins are dry.
I never understood just why we die,
My knees are hurting but I still feel fly
And adolescence sifts its redness on my blue.
I always had this heaviness
It went away
I spent my dreams in books and watercress
But yet I have not solved, I simply guess,
I seek solace in a spray
Of lilies’ blessedness.
I give to you my hand
I fumbled through the day
And here we stand, we here, and
This was the day I planned,
This was the simple way
I sought the sacred wedding band.