You know there are times
when your love has nowhere to go
perched atop a tree branch
hanging leaves for company
better than the songbirds' sparing glance
staring vaguely at that curious leaf
wishing the sky would send you wings
praying the earth is not as hard as it seems
forgetting all the love that's in the air
so much for your dreams, oh....
Send them out afar
postmarked from the stars
your love for strawberries sans cream
wrapped up in a musing
Store them in jam jars
tabbed and hidden in guitars
a hint of ice and chords of cream
dashed with sugared icing
Toss them to the schtark
who will shred them into glitz
feed them to snow daevils sans heart
all dressed up winterey
Oh, a reprieve from me
you must have somewhere to go
over the lake and dreaming
(I fell) wild and screaming
(not really) whatever or anything
goes skittering and snapping free
from this little musing, oh...
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