Quiet Cloud; Slightly Sodden

That quiet cloud became a bird

Yeah it did, busted out of its shell all spread eagle as hell

Remember?

Stormy weather; purpled feathers

I haven’t forgotten

It came with rain in late autumn, we didn't care, no problem, we'd worn sandals in the grass, listened to the rinse of the forest, kissed and curled up right there, rolling in the dew, slightly sodden imprints of your hand on my shirt...

And then, remember when its shape was wounded by the wind, all tattered and thinned, remember how saddened

we’d been?

I do, that's when I knew my feelings for you wouldn't pass like cloud shaped

shadows

on the grass