(A Second Draft of the First Song)
I hear and see
That, Flesh and Bone,
You are of me,
But surely this
Cannot be truth,
For I kiss
A substance found
In auburn sky;
Not just ground
And pestled dust,
But clouds molded
By gentle gust.
(A Second Draft of the First Song)
I hear and see
That, Flesh and Bone,
You are of me,
But surely this
Cannot be truth,
For I kiss
A substance found
In auburn sky;
Not just ground
And pestled dust,
But clouds molded
By gentle gust.