Turn - Poem by Jerry Buckley
Don't come dancing up to me on some summer breeze,
which can dissipate and change direction.
Nor glimmer high above me like some full moon cheese,
in waning and waxing rote reflection.
Don't pour your love out upon me in raging streams,
for I'm sure to be dashed on the boulders.
Nor flutter to me lightly on butterfly wings,
which must all too soon slip from your shoulders.
Just turn to me baby - please don't stay in your tracks,
turn toward me twenty-four-three-sixty-five.
Turn to me baby, like the earth on her axis;
the more you turn the more I feel alive.
'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley
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