Dave Simonett Revoked
We start our days with common words
We reached in the air but
A whisper of lives from long ago
Came racing a voice singing low
Bruised by love in the winter moon
I'm feeling fine now
A bracing pine the whipporwhill
Awake but I'm just standing still
And morning came a shaking us
Where can we go
When will I learn
A child of dark
In the paper wings
I'm feeling fine now
