the night of bright lights,
of four lights deep in my eyes
i couldn't close them but i could imagine you
i could imagine you talking me off the ledge
there is a sweet losing in yesterdays love
a losing of the records i should have kept
they're being forgotten, i need to re-ground
re-root to the earth you stand upon
closer to you there, deep within the sand
i'm back and forth like the wave
convinced and convincing
lackluster and angry
i relived the ancient loves her voice told me about
her honeyed song lingered in my hair
and i only want you to hear it like i do
then maybe you'd fall in love with you too
love you like i do, son
oh just let me love you this time
just the future of second number two
the present is far more beautiful than the
one i create in my head
and so i will wait and wait and wait
hold on to the sliver of the words you give me
you give me your word and i'm enchanted
oh dearest love,
you fit better in a song,
a weave of note and voice and
you are never wrong
you break your fingers on the dashboard
the dashboard of angled brushes
paintbrushes of the finest quality
I soak you in
and your words will get me through the night
the night of too much light and charcoal and movement
movement that i regret isn't towards you
or your lionheart smile
or your sculpture hands.
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