behind the quarry (with stars)

hes gone away
 
and he hasnt come back
 
and you looked for him in the far bushes
 
back by behind the quarry
 
with stars
 
you used to look out
 
sit on rocks  
 
 
 
 
 
hes going away
 
and hes gone somewhere now
 
i cant point it out
 
i looked for him on the purple trail
 
the one that winds down the path where the ground meets
 
me at the other side
 
of the world
 
 
 
 
 
i dont know where he is
 
hes hiding i think
 
might come back
 
some time again
 
i dug around for him
 
down by the lake
 
where the ducks crowd together when its cold
 
 
 
hes gone away
 
and hes hasnt come back
 
i crept and lay with the bumble bees
 
i grasped their little dandelions
 
and tugged them from their homes
 
and cried and cried
 
as the warm sun caressed me
 
down by the quarry
 
where the hawks lay their eggs in the corner tree
 
the one where we used to sit