“Saturday sun came early one morning

In a sky so clear and blue

Saturday sun came without warning

So no-one knew what to do

Saturday sun brought people and faces

That didn’t seem much in their day

But when I remembered those people and places

They were really too good in their way

In their way

In their way

Saturday sun won’t come and see me today

Think about stories with reason and rhyme

Circling through your brain

And think about people in their season and time

Returning again and again

And again

And again

but Saturday sun has turned to Sunday’s rain”-Nick Drake

Baby crow limbs quivered


Organs grind

Weary spirit surrendered

Under the Son

Grieving crossed beams


With gratitude

For all that’s been


And will be


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