In the spring, it was my lot,
to haunt the wires widest spot.
To which I could not live,
the less or the more then I had laid.
I regret to say my love had stayed,
and all was spent on rent.
So lovely was the loneliness,
of a Wild Lake
that even black
found a crash sound...
...made sense.
Even the mental trees that towered around you
gave way to dark
when light was found.
The night shown and thrown
her pull upon the spot;
I said it all into the wind as it passed me by.
Because in the stealing of the Melody
unintentionally;
A spirit with a weekly bind,
took terror in the Night,
only to find who's weight,
was most peculiarity light.
