feet on below,
mind up above,
it is yet to know
where she wanders, my love
you can come down already
from the foam of your dream
you float, but you're steady
playing notes down a stream
I can feel your voice
hear its echo in distance
it's a morning rejoyce
it's a call to existence
waking up and it's you
holding me in a clutch
so simple, so true
your smell, your touch
in the night, then you shine
standing in for the day
I can not make you mine
but I want you to stay
the sun standing up there
looks below when you rise,
because under your hair
you're the moon in disguise.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
feet on below,
mind up above,
it is yet to know
where she wanders, my love
you can come down already
from the foam of your dream
you float, but you're steady
playing notes down a stream
I can feel your voice
hear its echo in distance
it's a morning rejoyce
it's a call to existence
waking up and it's you
holding me in a clutch
so simple, so true
your smell, your touch
in the night, then you shine
standing in for the day
I can not make you mine
but I want you to stay
the sun standing up there
looks below when you rise,
because under your hair
you're the moon in disguise.
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