read between my lines
when there's no place
for my mind
sinking into oceans of tears
mixed with black chinese ink

and like the moon mutmuring
to the birds
how to fall asleep
mute the evils from darkness
and those running ghosts
behind my heavy eyelids
once the dew is falling
and the stars begin to blink

oh pretty, straight to the lips
of your soul
would you let me drink
the drunkenness of your words
pouring out unto us
from the heaven's brink
the delight of our love
enwrapping me
like a soft coat.

© Birdy