(This is probably a work in progress, was done stream of consciousness style)
You know where to find me
On the patio, where all days must end
When dusky skies hold cerulean hue
With fresh eyes
Be still with me, come see
The spider sit on gossamer throne
And smoke, exhaled, curl under the awning.
In the uncertain hour before meeting
What paths will you take?
On the way,
Will you hear the tinkle of the piano,
Will you pass through the dust of butterfly wings?
You know where to find me
Just follow vulnerable sounds
Of solemn reverie.
You know where to find me
On the patio, where all days must end
When dusky skies hold cerulean hue
With fresh eyes
Be still with me, come see
The spider sit on gossamer throne
And smoke, exhaled, curl under the awning.
In the uncertain hour before meeting
What paths will you take?
On the way,
Will you hear the tinkle of the piano,
Will you pass through the dust of butterfly wings?
You know where to find me
Just follow vulnerable sounds
Of solemn reverie.
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