Just like that
You are gone,
Something like
A passing song.
I find my body
Stumbling to prayer
With feathers on rugs,
You’ve answered the air.
Just like that
Tonight is still
With heavens door
By a window sill.
Just like that
You are gone,
Something like
A passing song.
I find my body
Stumbling to prayer
With feathers on rugs,
You’ve answered the air.
Just like that
Tonight is still
With heavens door
By a window sill.