June

The Church

June arrives, rumored days
Days of willing it to be
In the nest futures hatch
It's such a lovely thing to see
Oh my God
Like an angel wound
What fortune
Like a child in a field
So it goes, so it yields
June is here
Then it's not
In the background constantly
From the west

Lights go out
It's such a lonely thing to see
Oh my Lord
Talk of devil's food
What fortune
Lock the fruit
In a seed
So it grows
So it needs
Oh my soul
Soul like her cocoon
Long gone June
Her dark sides
Her bed feels
As she knows, as she feels