More brittle than glass
Is that faith without reason
Childhood fantasy
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More brittle than glass
Is that faith without reason
Childhood fantasy
Childhood fantasy
drove me to the yam yam tree
where waited my love.
where waited my love
soft as steel in Gods two hands
bent toward my will
bent toward my will
the silver fork in your hand
serving up a feast
serving up a feast
chicks strain their necks, their mouths wide,
o what sick goodness!
o what sick goodness!
I beg the white satin to
not fall on your face
not fall on your face
nor summer in your black hair
but spring in your step
Make it a tanka by adding this refrain;
there is no place for winter
because winter leaves me cold
but spring in your step
causes imbalance, better
take life in your stride
take life in your stride
step across an ocean wide
stroll to distant stars
stroll to distant stars
saying goodbye to a world
with no lights...no you
with no lights...no you
forever in dark am I
you are my north star
you are my north star--
the night every night is far,
our world falls farther...
our world falls farther...
like the far away bright stars
lost in the cosmos!
Lost in the cosmos
of your eyes, knowing the black
lights, I play your eyes.
lights, I play your eyes
burning bright with lover's sight
aiming at my heart!