Lean Down - ILYA

Dying lights blood red caberat

No reason so before the red eyed evening prey

Crows drop through hot copper dusk

Our shadows move but never us

I dream of horses

Lean down on me

Lean down on me

They bore you not sleeping through the trees

Suits of black cold stonework frieze lone tolling bell

Ten years ago beside the fence you laughed and gestured without sense

I drifted north

Lean down on me

Lean down on me