Big Sir Sad Elephant
Don't ask this long man for his short story
He will once upon a time without warning
Hand over your life
Subject to repeated use
Straying with no eyes and clearly
No soft sense of God almighty
Do you understand this?
To can kill away a wish
Bring it back
Back to the sullen day
We will watch this morning
Come shuffling round
There is no magic more finished
Than an un-natured fellow
Vision tortured pulled from front
He glares a sight of his truly
No mirror and no kidding
All ideas of light are relieved
When the night demands a place
Who are we to then sacrilege?
Bring it back
Back to the secret days
Make the tender sky our un-faded home
