The Pointlessness of Me Weeping

Now we walk our own wood paths
But I still hear the cocks who passed

In the breaking dawn
I hear their yawn

Calling me to sleep
Just in a minute beep

My heart swept a kicking beat
Longing for whom I cannot meet

Your voice your sooth then ventures me
Your mood your food just kept me me

I wish we hadn’t waved our cloth
And I could say I care you not

But right now I just want to hear you sing
Because your presence is more than anything

And my tears are now kering.



5 April 2009
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