The River by Mike Lee

The snake river winds slowly through green grass

while the moon glows in the darkness

my love is soft as a pillow

my hands are as rough as old sand

then memories steal my secrets

and time steals my soul

from my body kite

the wooden box will swallow me up

in soft ground

and no one will wind me up

on broken springs

burning tires and wax wind

will you remember me then my little one

your soft petal feet burning sand soul

and evergreen glass

are the eyes of the world

flower floor

and I will be no more