The Lucid Songs We Sing

What colour is your blues For it always fails to reach our spring Adams abreach And Eve's the moment Our gardens sing If the stars don't reach for you At least the sun will greet you Provides the light that allows smiles to blossum Illuminates the soil that greens your pigment clean And on to June Bugs you remain unseen Did you finally settle that dust that rose With the winters you miss I grow It left you at a spring time breaze Did you roll up your sleeves, fall to your knees draked in the soil from which cotton seeds Did you prick your skin and bleed Did you lie in a petal of roses and read as you gazed upon a sky that refused to die Did you wish for the frost To touch the wind and fall subordinate to the cause And as April died You realized how much you hated The fact that summer was over rated Yea as April died You thought about how much you hated The fact that summer was over rated "songs of a blank season"