Alabaster dePlume
Alabaster dePlume
Alabaster dePlume
Alabaster dePlume
Alabaster dePlume
Alabaster dePlume
Alabaster dePlume
Alabaster dePlume
Alabaster dePlume
Alabaster dePlume
Alabaster dePlume
Alabaster dePlume
Long days
But worthy days
They tell me so
But in the quiet darkness
I don't know
By your eyes
What see you there
Is it my soul
Or else the empty heavens
I don’t know
None do I bemoan
None do I scold
Nor hand I hold
Should I be feeling sorry
I don't know
Sweet is your song
Your playful song
The answer's, ’No'
You ask me why that is, and
I don't know
Long, they call
And longer so
Than shadows grow
But how long they will
My brother
I don't know