Sun – Page 3 – Scriptorium '77

Cases Of Wonder

Sometimes I want to lit a cigarette
I want to ride on the first puffy cloud
To observe what’s going on down there
To inhale the little wonders

Capture the light right, she said
demanded almost and lifted her head
full of wool and hair

And then out in the cold
There cometh me
And my shadow
Illuminating the dark walls

Cats are for the living
Dogs are for the dead

The sunbeam awakes you
While the moon shadow just hides

It’s as dark as it gets
When the cloudy mood sets
The target for the Moon
So the trouble moves soon