give me something sweet
not saccharine
but something full of light and love
give me the motherfucking summer breeze

I am weary with grief
sick of cutting through
to always find the shit.

I do not ask for delusion,
I ask for what I remember all too well
but do not believe -
when the wind carries Her perfume
or I listen to the old recordings
and remember what it was
that brought the melody.

give me something good,
something real,
or give me courage
to wake again and ask.