But with what wonder has the season comeIts treasure lies in earthen shipsthat carry dreams across the foam.And how your memory of Sarah rapesthe fleshly heart that once bore scenesnow veiled in smoky stains of tearsit cries as on its crutches leansand ever fills itself with fears.Be born anew to taste the skyLay waste cocoon and upwind fly.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.