Stivey Pond - Sleepy Sun

You are now my brother

We share the blood that spills

Down across Stivey Pond

Through lavender you can smell the truth

It’s due

You are now my lovely

Our time is all but one

Leaf that falls from dying oak

Autumn’s desert, summer’s cloak

As every season tries to swallow you

It’s due

We won’t be chosen through the aching sound

Of feeble bellied puppets hungry as the sawn

Rising till it’s gone

We are now discovered

Hovering cloaked in air

Above the ground and under stairs

Breathing in the sweetened air

Through lavender you can smell the truth

It’s due