Dragonflies
Mark Kozelek / Robyn Riel-Nail
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