there’s a voice in the well there’s a voice in the well whose it is I can’t tell but there’s a voice in the well
split down the seam I was split down the seam pulled out of my sleep by the voice in my dream
fall.........follow me down
I rose from our bed the house was stone still I made my way down to the mouth of the well
a bent rusted copper coin moon hung low lit the diamond strewn lawn bathed the garden in gold
fall.........follow me down
I knelt at the edge I was soaked to the bone in the whispering darkness I softly spoke “you go to sleep sweet girl go to sleep I’ll be at your side there’s no need for you to weep”