What a shame that leaves fall down
When autumn comes they touch the ground...

I dreamt again this night
I dreamt of something strange and worn...

Slaughter me, take this pain away...

For all my memories…
And tales of misty waterfalls...

My final fall
It was so many years ago...

I bought a little fish today
For my new glass-jar...

She was autumn, he was winter
She was spring when he was summer...

We took some thread with short pale fingers
And we cross-stitched the moon to place...

When I was small I wrote a letter
There was no sender, no postal code...

Like something torn apart from summer time
A seagull in this frozen land...