Riding the storm clouds
sliding down lighting bolts
collecting stars like daisies
to scatter them behind
at the sight of a comet
cruel as honesty
tough as water
careless like a child
selfish like a lover
always just out of reach
fading like last nights dream
leaving just the memory
never an explanation riding the storm clouds
sliding down lighting bolts
collecting stars like daisies
to scatter them behind
at the sight of a comet
cruel as honesty
tough as water
careless like a child
selfish like a lover
always just out of reach
fading like last nights dream
leaving just the memory
never an explanation
Ah, when all hope is gone
when all light has faded...
when all reason seems lost...
watch for the elven hunter
coming to rescue the day,
to save the things of value
from the grasp of the commoners,
to preserve what is true...
and to gather the threads of the dream
ready to weave a brand-new illusion
Riding the storm clouds, sliding down lightining bolts, collecting stars like daisies.... WONDERFUL how clever! Patricia
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very Good Tyler old man, , , , good oner dave