I collect the stars
and drop them into mason jars
that once were home to
my honeysuckle jam
Suns Suns Suns
One by One
I use their lantern's glow
to light up my universe
Ahhh . . . , the universe is black
without it's light
And I pause in my gathering
to comtemplate
The sky is blue
A sea of blue
as far as I can see
A sea of blue without mermaids
Oh , that feeling
as I turn into blue
A lingering
A disintegration
A chorus of crickets
are singing ,
"Here Comes the Sun King"
he is one and done
Yeah !
I need a jar
to start collecting
all the lightning bolts
Didn't anybody tell you
that touching a bolt of lightning
was so much hotter
than kissing the sun
pause for reflection . . . . .
I opened all my jars of restraint
and freed the Suns
They fled smiling
glowing with joy
I contemplated
smashing all my jars
but I made scupernong
wine instead .
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC
I collect the stars
and drop them into mason jars
that once were home to
my honeysuckle jam
Suns Suns Suns
One by One
I use their lantern's glow
to light up my universe
Ahhh . . . , the universe is black
without it's light
And I pause in my gathering
to comtemplate
The sky is blue
A sea of blue
as far as I can see
A sea of blue without mermaids
Oh , that feeling
as I turn into blue
A lingering
A disintegration
A chorus of crickets
are singing ,
"Here Comes the Sun King"
he is one and done
Yeah !
I need a jar
to start collecting
all the lightning bolts
Didn't anybody tell you
that touching a bolt of lightning
was so much hotter
than kissing the sun
pause for reflection . . . . .
I opened all my jars of restraint
and freed the Suns
They fled smiling
glowing with joy
I contemplated
smashing all my jars
but I made scupernong
wine instead .
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