If only life
Could always be
Like carved out names
Upon a tree
I could not hear
A word you said
Instead I watched you
From your bed
A flower wilts
Beside the pane
While children skip
Along the lane
Climb along
The white lattice
To where your lover
Rests in peace
Bound and gagged
Within a chest
Was always how
I liked you best
Your lumberjack
Did cut me down
And dragged me through
The streets of town
We left together
You and me
And then our two
Turned into three
It was always
Such a treat
To dance with you
Upon your feet
Tiny golden
Grains of sand
Falling gently
From my hand
The bishop says
That I should pray
All those little
Thoughts away
