Was that love at all?
number scratched on a napkin
was all that was left?
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Was that love at all?
number scratched on a napkin
was all that was left?
was all that was left?
they conjectured together
remains of the day
Remains of the day
auger the approach of night
that lover's nighmare
That lover's nightmare
lonely buffoon in disguise
but keeps on trying
but keeps on trying
to reach the higher most rung
of love's tall ladder
But you never know
What lurks in the night's shadow
Best carry your torch
best carry your torch
for a candle will not do
may love yet be kind
May love yet be kind
to bare your soul is madness
listen to your heart
listen to your heart
it will guide you to the truth
Mind is treacherous.
Mind is treacherous
The resting place of our thoughts
Ever in motion
Ever in motion
my perpetual travails
like the moving sun
Like the moving sun
I travel around this earth
Shadows left behind
shadows left behind
light permeates my being
indomitable