The wind did not sleep last night,
It blew the sun from the sky by five.
There’s something about moonlight
on snow that makes me remember
the sound of your song.
Shirts without collars were never your thing,
Concerts and fire escapes, fingers that bleed
ink for the cause,
Sometimes a tempest,
sometimes a breeze, you gathered no moss.
Silk thread and twine — Brother of Mariah,
Every star is a distant sun.
No secrets, no symbols, no dark corners,
the sky is an endless sea.
Funny the things that run through the mind
when night is rippled with wind.