Diane

The glass Diane, 
Blue and lovely 
Laid down on the sill to break the 
Light 

She cast my hand 
In a cold light 
Painting with the beams of 
Ancient days 

Walk with me you can 
Through our only home 
Become Diane 
Diane 

You live, Diane 
You are lovely 
This world made you stay too far 
Away 

Relax your hand 
Trusted angel 
Stranger than the things young 
Men should know