He picked and hammered deep in my heart
While he pecked and ripped away the bark
and then his song
so fickle and fair
Punctuating the moonlight
and thick stagnant air
Relentlessly piercing the dark
Rubbing the sticky mistletoe
deep in the once strong tree
repeating each melody again
and again
one,
two,
three
Banishing sleep from my eyes
The peace from my chest
And for now as long as I live,
live
live
I fear that I will never know
That child sweet slumber of summer nights,
seeming to me so gentle hearted
pure and sweet
such long
long lost and easy rest.