Those houses are gold across the water
citrine streaked and royally gorgeous
a bit like mermaid hair under the boats
there's a story i can't quite remember
A little boy and the sun whom he loves
every evening she'd paint the windows
for a while they'd be a splendid kind of beauty to see
'oh what wonderful things must be behind that window'
he had so much hope for things that disappeared but
never failed to return
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 11:52 PM UTC
Those houses are gold across the water
citrine streaked and royally gorgeous
a bit like mermaid hair under the boats
there's a story i can't quite remember
A little boy and the sun whom he loves
every evening she'd paint the windows
for a while they'd be a splendid kind of beauty to see
'oh what wonderful things must be behind that window'
he had so much hope for things that disappeared but
never failed to return
(c) Brooke Otto
