Don't Grow Old

I don't know What I think about In a glass chamber Inside my house On a misty morning I'm digging a hole Through the juniper grass To the South poll You're there beside me In your red jacket While we bury Natgeographic Never felt so free Never quite like me Like nothing at all Was necessary And as I walked down the path A raven flew down from the trees It flew right through the center Of the canopy I don't recognize myself anymore My love, my soul Wait for me, don't grow old