I was awake but the streets were dreaming
People walked softly not to stir them.
No water in the well but the well's not dry.
Smiles are second hand,
Along the cliff path,
Stone posts worn smooth;
My love, I’m setting out
This very day’s my day
Old old black branches, against the
softening sky
What a journey we might have made
With so many furlongs laid underfoot
I am drowning in a sewage sea.
Let me swim among the parrot fish,
What would the rain but splash and clatter,
Drain and gutter away.
