Year of Love

All the flies were born today

they wept and squirmed

and made the air burn

Filling my nose and my eyes

and I felt like a corpse

My heart felt like a corpse

I need a year of love

to hold me through

what I'm dreaming of

All the trees grew miles high today

I tried to climb every one

But my hands are weak and tired

So I return to my wooden room

and I Iock

my wooden door

I need a year of love

to hold me through

what I'm dreaming of

I need

(need this summer to end)