Valery Gore Diane
It's been a while since I've see youLook a lot lighter on
your feet
The cat gone and stole your last life
(Minus ten million odds from your gamble)
Your simple every days wound about
clockwise to the throat
It leaves a choke for a memory
Why do thieves grow up and steal the one thing
To cut you free
To you a seed, you weep now
You've wept everyone's tears
Your sorrow-filling weakness
One in fifteen star filled skies
One in season left to wilt like our lives
in fast forward
To be true to what you are is
taking these whirlwinds by the throat to find
They beat you down, full of doubt
Oh my mind shifts through the weeds of this news
Through the fields of yesterday and
Diane, it seems to me life is your mystery