she’s staring
she’s traveling
in our drawing scene
she’s traveling
high grass
evening twilight
in a storm
you leave the crowd
in our nights , our sleep
when it’s cold and grey
you wish all your fears
could just blow away
sunday
pensive sorrow
when you draw away
in our songs
starkness
(in the ) midnight silence
you’re still traveling
in our thoughts
you’re still in our thoughts when it’s fall
in the movement of our coats when it’s blowing