Jeff Buckley

there is a child sleeping near his twin
the pictures go wild in a rush of wind
that dark angel he is shuffling in
watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled
the love you lost with her skin so fair
is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair
her green eyes bloom goodbyes
with her head in her hands and your kiss on the lips of another
dream brother
with your tears scattered round the world.
don't be like the one who made me so old