the hem of her dress spills over what covers the seat and flutters in the breeze like caterpillars on a leaf hair the hue of lions beaches dried by morning suns promise you will write me a poem of who i am for sadness comes oh it comes in slow slow whispers when it comes feels like long long winters she placed her hand in the sun and with her shadow smoothed me down turn your mind down low now hold me close for madness comes oh it comes in slow slow whispers when it comes feels like long long winters let it come in slow slow whispers let it come with its long long winters