Butterscotch sunset
Fades our walls to caramel
Sweet hummingbird light

Sleep peacefully now
A sinking sun paints the walls
Cancer drinks the light

You covered me
with a carpet of flowers
clean and bright
pink and white
fragrance light
on the summer air
fine words were said
many tears were shed
but you keep your guns
and I’m still dead

Spring grass to pierce my bones
Moss will stitch my winding sheet
Sweet death of winter

How many missing sons and daughters
buried with tears and a folded cloth
dead pride of a nation
how many banners raised in triumph
lowered to half mast by the grieving
in the name of patriotism's flag
a highly dangerous piece of rag

Take the mother night
Wrap her in glorious dawn
To birth a new day

Sweet undercover night
silence has wrapped the world
in a velvet bag
so soft and heavy
it drinks the light
and makes a cocktail
of the moon and stars