I miss the day’s of glory
The day’s I didn’t have so much worry
I miss the day’s of laughter and smiles
The day’s of being a child

I miss the day’s I had a heart
The day’s I didn’t feel I was missing a part
I miss the day’s of being outdoors
The day’s I didn’t crave more

Most of all, I miss the days I could see
The day’s of knowing me
Young and Free

Brian died
taking
part of me
with him

The part
that he
lent me
in 1966

Brian died
and the
colors
diminished

The notes
out of rhythm
and time
— left unmixed

(Pet Sounds-Ocean City N.J.: July, 1966)

I'm wonerding endlessly
Across a field of my past
My mind out of time and energy
Losing what was to last
Openly accepting my penalty
So here I was cast
To lose my every memory