samlbyers.com
to: Innocence | samuel byers
.15 - 3.18 the lost song As a young boy, I wandered late at nightUnder covers, quilt, and glowing starsIn a forest wild of a wilder spriteSitting on a rock and playing a pipeI sat in the clearing of a tree ringUnder the sprite’s beating music spellAnd it taught me how to make six holes …