Dragonflies - Red House Painters

This is the first you spoke of it

In your black magic house

In a cold damp attic

Two windows stare at us like eyes

Behind them

December’s dark

Early morning sky

And a couple of

Dead trees

With their ornamental stars

I thought by now that i

Figured your head out

Until now i thought i

Figured your body out

So please help me to understand

Because i love you

More than anyone

I wonder in what fields today

You’re chasing dragonflies at play

My little lost girl

So far away

This is the first you spoke of it