The clouds have scared the stars away
And I am left alone.
So I weave above my head
A thousand of my own.
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Sometimes I can be zany-zony orange
Crazy as a loon, Light as Splenda
Popping here and there,
Floating in the air
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What I learned in vivid dreams
What I saw in gold sunbeams
What I felt in streaming rain
What I wove in daisy chains
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I don’t want to run around
This great big wheeling earth
Like a hamster in a ball
Rising just to fall
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When she walks outside into the golden light
Her bare feet tickled by the daffodils
Her blue eyes open wide and shine so bright.
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Fragrant night
(Cool, crisp air laden with blossoms)
Somber light
(Bright round moon sends silver caresses)
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Time… drags… by…
With achingly… slow… steps.
His head… is bent… with fatigue
And his energy… is spent…
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There are those who merely exist.
Who srabble about the Tree of Life,
Gathering nuts and stray leaves
Building nests of dead, dry twigs.
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The sky is blacker than a bottle of ink
Spilled across a panther’s pelt
In the deepest, darkest cave.
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Come, boy, and let us run
And soak up all this lovely sun.
Let no one dictate where we’re going,
For soft, a light and fair wind’s blowing.
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