Drowse

Somnolent sun, are you the one bleeding
Or bruising up the sky
As you fall behind the old world's silhouette?

Drowsy old day
Sleep it away
Breathing against hair of willow's white
As you close your eyes
To dreams of no regret

And all the time as clouds slide by the day is ending
(The firmament in plum blush and salmon)
And when the moon wells in the sky it's just reflecting you
(The blue windows, the stars all silver and cold)