Gentle Sleep
Heavy lids flutter and close...

E...very night I think of you,
R...ound about this time...

The streets are white and crisp and new.
My thoughts turn to the crows...

Left early,
Only 4am...

So tired these days.
Working too hard I guess...

Pick a site,
Lava, Plentyof, True...

Friday night is mine.
THEY want me to devote it to THEM...

She
She stays up late to listen...

You keep yourself so busy
On your natal day...

MemOriES willing L U M I N O U S...
i n s a t i a b l e aNimaListIC ORIGINAL...

From gloomy streets of Hamilton
To blue Pacific shores...