June

June arrives, rumored days
Days of willing it to be
In the nest futures hatch
It's such a lovely thing to seeOh my God
Like an angel wound
What fortune
Like a child in a field
So it goes, so it yieldsJune is here
There is love
In the background constantlyFrom the west
Lights go out
It's such a lonely thing to seeOh my Lord
Talk of devil's food
What fortuneLock the fruit
In a seed
So it grows
So it needsOh my soul
Soul like her cocoon
Long gone JuneHer dark sides
Her bare fields
As she knows, as she feels