bright and future

"saints above" she said, with a hand upon my head, and we wheeled over the field under the sky, and i was nineteen and she was twenty-one, and we were high low high low high low high, we were high low high low high, now a leper kneels and prays, for bright and future airy days, his bandages have all decayed, the sun is beating down, and from the forest flies a bird, a cardinal that's overheard, and understood the leper's words, and become his shocking crown, these are the kinds of things she'd say to me while crying on my shoulder, and i am trying to console her, but we're high low high low high low high, when you're high, you're low, when you're high