At last my heart’s been swallowed by the spring    A gorgeous self possessive love bird   Flower lacking    The vise that holds me in   Is starting to unroll again   If only to roll over everything      Knell for a moment by the stream   Coughing as the forest burns   And causes me to dream   I had no sense time    No empathy   No present mind   No reason now to stifle back the scream       As the loneness grows   To clothe my soul   In dirt      And then one day by following the beam   I reached the end    By God my friend didn’t get out of the green   It’s been about six years   And strangely I am dry of tears   I smile, just as happy as I sing