yes, peach

you're inventing machines to chase waves
while I chase winds myself
barefeet in morning rain

I cry sitting in the cloud
and let nettles sting me more

I wait for boats
to never get on them

expelled from my life
you find shelter in my dreams
where I secretly lust for you

I do know how to try

ashes to ashes

from frosty morning grounds
one by one
I pick your tears

together with the ashes
I fly 'em into deep waters

I pick
your wails

that echo
from mountains
to valleys

over the bay
across the waters

I string 'em with the wind
hang 'em between the two seasons
and wait
for the sunset to take us all