Danielle Is the Pines

darling your ghost
lives in the wall
carving my bones
calling me to you

tracing the snow
where bear had before
but where you have flown
i can't go with you
i can't go with you

i'm no lazarus
a ghoul in the ground is huntin us
call him erebus
the fool in the garden's taken with farthins

darling the crones
of ills i have known
are withered and roan
and whispering always

words i have wrote
call you alone
and when you go
they will go with you
and wordless, i'll call to
the cold

i feel tenuous
the food of the fount is drying up
i seek genesis
a tomb in the garden, a womb out in walden