Limbo-Tourism

Going down the bike trail on a hot summer's nightEnveloped in the trees and scarlet sky
My colorful feathered felted friend
Me and mine, my hollow friend
Beside the willow we'll make a bed
We'll set a nest in its roots, she said,
"Lie down on the ground, I'll lay some eggs,
This night we share is always young."
O lovely one, on your stream
I row my boat, life is but a dream
But that space where our eyes meet
Is frail. Still you hold me
Benign and bent on but one thing
But time is ment to end our being
Your woods, your nest, your tear to mend
Never I. Me and my hollow friend