Celebration - Florist

My hair is dirty blonde now

And there are even little sea sand pieces in there probably

I wish there were none

Smelling dish soap and honey across the room

I’ll stay hiding across the wild thousands

You stay on those roads that fit winter rust trucks, single file

Sleep early, wake early

Folding in neatly always that this is my life feeling

And I shut off all the lights myself

In charge of every light

I have a few plants, but I have rescued exactly none

None such connection to that deep magic

With these hands now as I know them

A new scar and wow tons of plants

Plant-induced psychosis

Keep me close, I’m good invisible

Sitting in loss like a beanbag chair

If I lose my eyes

I’ve thrown them over the bluff

Frozen in the stream

To see the flood

And if I lose my mind

Please give it back to the earth

Fire, water, wind

Earth, fire, water, wind

And lie down

Lie down with me

It’s a beautiful thing, I know

The last moments of the earth

Your blood’s running cold

Slower and slower

Fireworks show

She’s getting tired

She’s leaving home

Rest under the pines

My love, forever now

I’ll take bitter to the solid form of nothing

Put it on the altar, give it flowers and a symphony

Watch the morning come and take it, then mourn it 'til forever

The gentle salted water, there’ll be no one but the weather