I often wondered
Why it must be...

Will the beams of moonlight
Ever see a rainbow...

Why was he snoring
Before he went to bed...

You are as grand
As her petals of silk...

I am a lead pencil
I spit out the words...

My thin frail spine
Has three holes in it...

My eyes are tired
From too much sleep...

If there was but a butterfly race
Not on the ground but in Outerspace...

Let your heart shine
Cast out it's glow...

She whistles
Then is no more...

Like footsteps
Pressed in the sand...

Her bright mooncrest
Kisses the Horizon...