In The Meadow

Girl in a uniform
Grey and white and crisp, clean
How can I live in your world
of strawberry flowers
and colorful hours
Lovingly I dust all the dust on your shelf
Kiss the mirror clean
Where you glance at yourself
I know what to do
Maybe a letter I'll send
from underground and wait to be found out
Lovingly I press out the ink on the page
Carefully I'd scent it
in stock from the meadow

It is dark-- in the meadow

I spill it all as I pour
Red wine will stain-- remember
There's none for the little girl blue
who lives down the stairs
and loves like the stars
But I must not forget
that you are who you are