Possession

 Once when I was young

I once had a love,

A love all of my own

But then a storm came along

And swallowed my song

And now I am all alone

The love in the trees

The birds know the breeze

The song of the wind they own

But their love has wings

And it does sing

Of song all on its own

I knew about the bees

And have sold many fleas

In the market of the lost souls

Who sweetly pass the day

Making their hay

Singing of the nothing they own