Cartographist

And I laughed in the light of the moon Was so close from the stem of the bloom And I laughed in the light of the moon Was so close from the stem of the bloom Oh, my sweet fairy The past has stopped, stopped, stopped Touch not my bosom for I'll not get far Color your cartography and your dreams of me Maps will not lie, will not lie, will not lie in me Grow ancient gardens, the paths that you found in me Peel off the weight that you've held from the start of me Oh, my sweet fairy Our hearts did us wrong But rudders of bodies don't carry us on, on And more moons than our eyes can recount and store Yet they bet that we see the same things Sweet, they bet that we swim in the sea Well then, the unborn woods are calling Lie down to keep our heads from falling Kill them then bury seeds beneath me Measure thy deeds in due time harvest