Boy you better breathe
into your lungs
so you can see
what's on your tongue
is meant to be
some place away
because your thoughts are how you say
what you mean
like the rays of the sun touching down
like a dream
on the ground
on a stream
and the steam all around
seems to me
to be breathing

Girl you better leave
because the moon is high
and the wind is in the trees
soon the bloom will die
that flower that you held
on the night the trees were felled
is just now loosing color
like the cold breeze
like a shudder
and if you ever see another
know the sea and I will be teaming
eyes a'gleaming
your heart's beaming
seems to me
to be breathing