olive bobcat
I saw your name today
Written in the clouds
Your face in the clay
Scattered around the house
Your drawings on the wall
Of fairies with little wings
If fairies fall
Do their wings become useless?
Useless little things
I heard you
When your mother called
Your footsteps too
Running across the hall
It's oddly quiet here
And your bed's never been colder
Your pillow's stained with tears
From fairies much older
Hopefully your stay is sweet
And someone'll hold your hand
I just wish we could meet
In fairy land
spiral patrol
