Cowdown

The cow is down, below the moon

hoping her lady will get here soon

bringing her dreams like breakfast in bed

crying her way through the night.

Now is the time for us to sleep,

consigning our souls to the deep.

Pull down the shades, put out the light.

Heaven is all in your head.

Ships Are Real

Now at last the ships are real,

Oblivion's shore slides under the sea.

For memory to be set free

To know must be more than to feel.