here lie: my
fragile things
cardboard feelings
wrapped in string

little you, and
little me

i can’t find my Virginia creeper
    or hear chimes that are not there
        a lonely sounding crystal key
            don’t catch eyes with me

writing on the backs of pages
    are the goosebumps on your neck:
        a fleeting feeling of being watched
            a music box stole me

all i have left now are these flies
    these flies and tired eyes
        lonely like the sea, i plead
            don’t catch eyes with me

crushed velvet behind your eyes
is where i’d like to be
where the dandelights will blind me
under a many mighty morning moon

and i’m changing colours daily
and the trees will not be stilled
and whilst i stay if i will, i might
not come to ‘til this after-noon