1001 Lyrics

4 pm fever

Sun's going past

An autumn augments

Itself on the grass

By the reservoir, yellow scars

Arbor unsure it should rest

You hit your pen for the pain

To say that you felt

The same

4 years later

I've returned to tread

For those forlorn footsteps

To fool me to bed

On the reservoir, yellow stars

Blood moon beams reflect

Your death has left me feeling strange

Worried about climate change