A day out in the sun....
finding the voice again...
for a hundred songs sung...
bouncing around in colors mystical...
like butterflies in twilight rays...
beneath cloudless clear skies
floating in the water towards sea gates...
a land of fortuitous beginnings....
a castle of flowers in myriad arrays.....
walking on the wind.....
the feeling has wings....
shuffle the cards in your hands...
juggle them at your will...
up in the air...
or standing there still....
follow a trail....lost with figures frail....
for a speck of dust.... a star of dusk...
something in shakespeares plays....
the burning eyes and the smoking gaze....
coming out of a century long maze...
fleeting lilies blossoming for another day....
looms of a life from light years away...
finding the voice again...
for a hundred songs sung...
bouncing around in colors mystical...
like butterflies in twilight rays...
beneath cloudless clear skies
floating in the water towards sea gates...
a land of fortuitous beginnings....
a castle of flowers in myriad arrays.....
walking on the wind.....
the feeling has wings....
looms of a life from light years away....
its in the rain...
it comes, it goes..
with the wind it flows....
droplets it brings...
weave them together...
in spirits of ether.....
melt them on untouched strings...
on ursulas feathers....
in silent flutters
you can hear them sing....
it comes, it goes..
with the wind it flows....
droplets it brings...
weave them together...
in spirits of ether.....
melt them on untouched strings...
on ursulas feathers....
in silent flutters
you can hear them sing....
shuffle the cards in your hands...
juggle them at your will...
up in the air...
or standing there still....
follow a trail....lost with figures frail....
for a speck of dust.... a star of dusk...
something in shakespeares plays....
the burning eyes and the smoking gaze....
coming out of a century long maze...
fleeting lilies blossoming for another day....
looms of a life from light years away...
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