A moth ventures into the twilight
forgetting all the world's misfortunes
it flutters around the moon and stars
but now it realizes its infinite love
...
You might ask for food.
I might ask, ask only for you
You might ask for shelter
And yet, I still search; ask for you.
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The crickets are chirping like
There's a silver lining in every cloud
Like, even if there's lightning
It won't ever hit the ground.
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There's no turning this hurricane
She bound for the mountain-heather
And fairer weather… fairer weather…
While I'm suspended in the sky
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Our paths are dark, anchored to a porch
watching the stars snuffed out.
Asking simply, what's it all about?
Holding hands is what saves me from going insane
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When does boredom set in?
And that niche heartache begins.
Who are the best player's women?
Or men in their hot cauldron.
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During a monsoon summer
I welcomed your sunshine
Your yellow wavy hair and blue eyes
That transient sun shining gold
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By the red moss rosebush
with a lantern-lit come to me
I'll paint you another world
with words whispered in the breeze.
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I'm gearing up to leave, up tracks and hit the road
and follow the river wherever it might flow
because I don't belong here
and I don't care where I go tomorrow,
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I'll swallow the sun, a segment of you
And watch the flowers dancing in the dew
And darling, you with eyes of violet-blue.
I'll watch the hummingbird in restless flight
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