We met beneath the mushroom
And drank dew drops from great-
grandfather's horn. Drunk we swoon
Lips of purple berry parted.
We lie on the warm belly of a hare
And it's heart like a kettle drum
Fills us to the brim with joy
Sunset and moonrise
**** we swim in a puddle
Laughing pale as newborn babes
I oft' recall the music of that laughter
When I am alone, but I am old now
And you have long since become stone
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
We met beneath the mushroom
And drank dew drops from great-
grandfather's horn. Drunk we swoon
Lips of purple berry parted.
We lie on the warm belly of a hare
And it's heart like a kettle drum
Fills us to the brim with joy
Sunset and moonrise
**** we swim in a puddle
Laughing pale as newborn babes
I oft' recall the music of that laughter
When I am alone, but I am old now
And you have long since become stone
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