my love's on the wind in the north
she shakes the pines
she rides on the eastern storms
and she wets their boughs as her
tears rain down / as her
cries ring out / into the night
in the west i hear her voice
in the songs of the ravens / all guttaral
and in the south over the great lakes
i hear the gulls
echo her words
but sentiment is for the birds
i've had this seperation anxiety
ever since i let the wilderness get away from me
& in the mist between the trees
i see her there i see her there
& in the mist behind the buildings
i see her there i see her there