Cool Purple Mist

late spring rain, cool purple mist
 strawberries big as a baby's fist
 earth is soft and it yields to pressure
 the moon is far too bright to messure
 comets crossing overhead
 i wish that we both were dead
 hard times that you've seen us through
 selfless heart that beats in you
 the things you say to comfort me
 your offhand virtuosity
 your pale pink lips, your face flushed red
 i wish that we both were dead
 eyes green as watermelon rind
 the artless way you speak your mind
 new stars were born for us tonight
 old sky pitch black, new moon bone white
 i heard the evil thing you said
 and i wish that we both were dead