Beneath the Robins staff my coat was the rain naked as Octobers limbs I remembered her lips On my birch pale skin. I wept with trees in Autumn For buds which blossomed in May, laid alone on fragrant graves where love was born to die in her today. Watch a sunset through tears and God will bleed for you, birds will mute their song stars will dull and fall as my lover will rise in someone else's eyes and I will set spectacular admired by no one in nowhere land.