Nesey Gallons Wooden Whispers
If you are a girl half asleep afloat in the firmament
Kites rose until they want your shoulders
Fluttering as sadness fall down
One by one wishing you farewell
And when you blow away
Hidden by storms who adored you
Now circling down
What a lovely world you are
Our grey skies remember you
Far below your blood still knows
The wooden whispers of it's youth
If you're a girl fast asleep on a ferry
November ninth, nineteen twenty-seven
I dreamt I was a paper mouse
Adrift with her in starry skies
Between the poles we sleep at night