Groggy

Breathe
The charred(?) shade
My head is warm
My legs are pale
And my brain is slow
This thought again
'Tis what I love
And 'tis love again

Someone, somewhere went by
There's a home inside
I've gone a-by
I'm gone in my(?)

I wish someone could chain(?)
I could mold one if you need it
In the stalk inside your hays(?)
Walk around in the meadow of feeling

And here now, nice summer days
I've no waking, I can't hear it
When he talks into my face
And the sound of the meadow weekend