my hair messy, and my mind drunken
from my mind in the cold of this frost.
this climb is getting steeper.
Weren’t you supposed to be my keeper,
the one who makes the hard things neater?
Will you clean this spill
or have you had your fill
that rains like a fountain
reigning over the dark of night?
to see you once more, my dear.
See how the shadows disappear!
Now would you hold me near
of a kind love that will never die?
to the warm notes that glisten
as the lyrics drift from my tongue
and dart across the sky toward the sun
carried by the cool breeze—
My world is finally at ease.
My love, I’m not mistaken.
And I wish not to waste the time life hasn’t yet taken—
So tell me, can you hear the tender song the swallow sings
as the air dances beneath her wings?
upon her heartfelt goodbye
and the letters I would send
and though for us it’s goodbye
she said you would reply:
to sit side-by-side on the moon.
and I’ll keep it and be honest.
until my time finally fades.
the first time that we met,
or the last when we parted,
or the time that we darted
caught in our own happily ever after;
as the grand piano echoed through our little home
resting by the worn leather chair.
I won’t give into the sorrow
of knowing I won’t see you tomorrow
of our picnics under the poplar trees,
and the honey sandwiches that attracted the bees to our feast under tangerine skies.
No matter the time, or the place, or the weather, my love for you never dies.
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