In memory of the morning elliot smith died

go off to sleep in the sunshine —
dawn spikes of light curve
to see the death and rebirth
of rain - caressing glazed glass.

dawn spikes of light curve
between the bars
of rain - caressing glazed glass —
drawing up a soft tune.

between the bars
a face jolts out of concrete
drawing up a soft tune
and whispers of a kinder, missing moon

a face jolts out of concrete —
the poet rises from the ground like the sun
whispering of a kinder, missing moon
where some angelic voice was heard.

the poet rises from the ground like the sun
when the morning comes
where some angelic voice was heard –
go off to sleep in the sunshine

when the morning comes
to see the death and rebirth
of a day

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Inspired by this song.

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