Goldenface, Morninglight

Goldenface, morninglight bending through

my window, a burden on

my eyes.

Everything in changing, and I am

just alive.

Slip away, unseen, returning to my

Kingdom, a newly widowed dream

because everything is changing, and

I am just alive.

You will make a puzzle out of anything.

There's nothing I can tell you my bottled

firefly. Everyone is feeling this way.

Soon I wake to a fiery sun and a

woman's looking at me like I'm the

only one.

Everything is changing, and I am

just alive.

Good morning