I Was A Wayward Pastel Bay Lyrics

I was a wayward pastel bay, with a prized pelt,
That at times huffed in the moon, overcome, and felt.

Ten thousand branches loping through,
One minor constellated patch,
A limping and broken breach,
Confused and slightly out of reach,
I think I saw it, did you,
Yes, I think I saw it too.

There goes another one, another one,
There goes another one, and another one.

I didn't know you when you were asleep,
But you woke and told your dreams to me,
What was seen and things that it could mean,
That sense of rifled air,
Shivered my sharp ears and tail.

Incision in the viscous night,
Slit fabric on a movie screen,
A pool of hard reality,
Fly away quick with feathers cold,
Sand through the funnel, and flown to the fold.

There goes another one, another one,
There goes another one, and another one.