fare
what would I give
for a day with you
all the time I borrowed
all I own
in a box by the roadside
all the rough tides
that batter my heart
the price
for a ride
on your body of cloud
for holding you close
like a leaf holds the wind
everything, you ask
for one ticket
to turn the sky
for a day with you
all the time I borrowed
all I own
in a box by the roadside
all the rough tides
that batter my heart
the price
for a ride
on your body of cloud
for holding you close
like a leaf holds the wind
everything, you ask
for one ticket
to turn the sky
posted by Yes at 4:45 PM
5 Comments:
I'm a little child again- I
use to be settled in a puffy cloud,
with magic sprakles that I would let fall over children that were hurting, and the magic golden drops would protect them forever...
I'm comforted by your words they always let me remember the best of my life
Lorraine--Wow, I'm feeling your magic sprinkles--and you have no idea how much I need them now...keep them coming, dear one!
Then for the next while they will be falling softlly, magically on you
Lorraine--I feel them, I feel them--let the while last a lifetime...!
as long as you believe they will last and something tells your spirits will keep them alive forever you are such a beautiful soul
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