going away

November 09

As we sit down and make up stories,

I'll grow a thousand feet above ground,

and your hand will clasp my elbow,

and we'll go follow the air drifting around.

I'm going to take you to a meadow,

made of silver branches sparkling about,

glistening beauty under the moonlight,

the richest we have found.

You'll sink me with your pebbles,

the big orbs inside your eyes,

I'll build a ladder to understand you,

break my foot as I go down.

You make the little moments a treasure,

I step in circles as I walk,

If your voice were to be lost to me,

I know, I would go now,

I know, I would never be found.

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