Raxeira

Thumbing through her photographs and letters You find the pressed flowers from the first days that you met Fold the corner of the very last page over To help remind you that you saw it to the end Slide the book back on the shelf and promise That you'll look towards the dark days with a glad heart It's little things like bones and skulls and feathers And raxeira from your favourite dusty window The way the firefly lights its fire She wrote a song about it yesterday The way that water turns to steam She wrote a song about it yesterday The way a cigarette smoulders She wrote a song about it yesterday The way your polaroid appears She wrote a song about it yesterday