Breathe Owl Breathe Lake Light
Golden, golden kindness
stay another day.
My child, you've got a fever-
Did you see her, your great grandmother?
I'm walking in between your steps,
so I know, how deep the snow can get.
Looking back, at our prints, covered up
so we can move on, I guess.
Call a doctor! He won't
let anyone in.
He thinks the nurses,
are trapeze artists.
He left the window open
so they can swing in.
Dance with me, dance with me-
not in the corner.
We're both a ways away
from where we want to be.
Let the lake light
pour in.
