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Windless night has got her down,
Puddle-staring at the stars,
And suddenly she sees so right,
Her steps are all she owns.

Crouching low looks like a lake,
Making ripples with her toe.
And suddenly she steps right in,
She’s reached the stars and feels so…safe.

Takes a dive to end up higher
To make sure she’s not a ghost.

Windless night has got her down,
Puddle-staring at the stars,
And suddenly she sees so right,
Her steps are all she owns.

Takes a dive to end up higher
To make sure she’s not a ghost.

thinking of you

thinking of you girl
in the morning light
asking you softly,
did i do alright?

can’t take me nowhere
can’t make me go there
can’t take me nowhere
can’t make me go there

thinking of you girl
in the morning light
asking you softly,
did i do alright?

can’t take me nowhere
can’t make me go there
can’t take me nowhere
please make me go there

girl remember when, you’ve learned a lot of things since then,
best friend, best friend, going somewhere til the,
clouds in the sky leave us both with cloudy eyes,
going where, going where, going where

shallow water, wading deep,
that’s the part you need to keep in mind,
passing time, passing time with you,
i know we’ll be just fine

 

today

Lists are waiting
We read them saying
We’re done
But not yet

Motion’s waiting
Hear us praying
It’s over
In a way

And there’s more
Put it down
We can’t
Today
And there’s more
Put it down
So we
Can play

Operator
Call back later
We won’t
Til we do

Types of paper
Elevator
All you do
Is bring us down

And there’s more
_________
We can’t
Today
And there’s more
_________
So we
Can play

We can’t today
We can’t today
We can’t today
We can’t today
We want today
We want today
We want today
We want today

And there’s more
Put it down
We can’t
Today
But here’s more
Let us down
So we
Can play

Listen for it
We’re living for it
That sound
Once again

Whispered clicking
Is something missing?
We hear it
Sing

blind bird

silver slivers float with the crows. 
Black beak opens and delivers
Shivers as it glistens in my fingers
Bird show me how to build my nest.

Frail feathers caked in ash,
Weathered past to day-faked newness,
Naked blue means clueless lasts.
Still teach me how to build your nest.
And I wait, and it rains, silver whisps cross my eyes.
Silver whisps cross my eyes.

Lacquered lashes frame blank looks,
Black wingtips flash in lasting play,
Shook quaked and glimmered as I should,
Crow show me how to weave my nest.

Smooth and gray as spider’s silk,
Wafting in a windy spring,
Wings unfold to silversmith,
Silver string I line our nest.

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