Fleetfoot Ghost - Mirah

You are the season I will not find again

Your weather is the reason I am wandering

And I’m just a feeling in the air you onced loved

Daughter of a mother nature’s son

And you won’t find me in the rains that come

That soaked the roots of where I sat from

Thinking back

Blossoms on my fine plum tree

Always seem to flower too early

And it wasn’t just the words but the ways our bodies spoke

And the way you held my hands, the way you tied me up in ropes

And you said you’d never leave it you needed me the most

And it all disappeared with such a fleetfoot ghost

And we ate until we were empty

Not fattened by our century

And when I noticed we were still hungry

We were consumed by our tragedy

Now I feel the winds blowing colder

But I am ready to get older

And I don’t expect to see you anytime soon

But if you hear this know that I’ve been thinking of you

And if you find yourself again in a true love’s nest

And you feel that same sweet holiness

You care for her and you care for yourself

Learn to grow it in the light and in the darkness