With silver eyelet and silver thread in hand
I stitch my story into shifting sands
I open doors with keys upon a copper band
while the sun sinks into my copper tan
My merry mind unwinding walks
along the planks of these old docks
where my heart and I had many talks
to examine this course and take stock
I laid these dreams in piles of leaves
and wore your worry upon my sleeve
I danced through shadows in wind swept wheat
and dropped my passion at your feet
I dyed my soul in fifty shades
only to watch you drive away
Then in winter's fading light
I lost my way and my sight
From hand rocked cradle to sandstone grave
From prenatal songs to a somber serenade
All I have is more or less what we made
and any half-spun moments I can save
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Poesia"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
