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

Inspired by this song.