...Of the last time I was truly happy
When I saw the clouds
Roll on in like l o n g s t r i p s
of rippling cotton

The back of my back where my
Back of my soul
Tingled and refused to come out of my murky depths
(I've never seen a fish shake its head before)

I can't remember when there was such a
Sentiment
Day
like this,
or anything-

Despondency

My pages are covered
with awkward notes
Trying to recapture the important dreams
filled with you

Waning, my own moon
without nothing
I can't be you
with nothing I'm no more than a fairy wish

A fairy tale is a dream of a dream
A wish you can't believe
What dreamless sleep can't contain