Away
Tumble weeds and spider webs
Cloud the visions in my head
Sticking with their crusty threads
Marking pages; raising dead
And crumbling castles in my mind
Where I wait to pass the time
Until the knight comes forth to shine
And grant me wings that I may climb
Into the clouds still warm from day,
There I’ll rest and there I’ll stay;
Plucking starlight as I lay
Drifting, dreaming, bliss… away.
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