Monday, September 29, 2003

PBK
Hover above and tickle the stars. My lips, a bowl.
If you find you want to stay, I won’t force you away.
Pretty blue kingfisher my love, pretty blue kingfisher.
You’ll fly by and I’ll touch your softness, feed on your tenderness.
Pretty blue kingfisher my love, blue kingfisher.
You live forever and float a cloud before my mind’s eye.
Misty, get so misty, you nonchalant effector.
Pretty blue kingfisher my love, kingfisher.

I can’t find the yesterday I loved so long and hard; the one I clung to and now tore apart. Sting so it doesn’t hurt. Blink so it’s clearer. Take me to that day, my yesterday. Tomorrow will rise and today will swing aside. And I’ll have no recollection - no, none at all.

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