I miss the taste of moonlight on your skin.

grey smudged clouds drift
in from the western district
they bring no moisture

Sing me a song of rain.

Strike lightning in my eyes.

Blow a warm breeze through my hair.

I'll dance a happy Wood Stork dance for you, my flower child.

Pretending all the while that we're at Yasgur's Farm.

r ~ 4/25/14

remote the dream of love twas for thee
remote the dream of love twas for thee
its wonderland ne'er close to reach
its wonderland ne'er close to reach
to reach the remote dream of love  
ne'er close for thee twas its wonderland

as time marched on hopes faded away
as time marched on hopes faded away
thy heart's sunshine in gloomy shade
thy heart's sunshine in gloomy shade
thy heart's hopes faded in gloomy shade
as the sunshine marched away

on solitary shore without warming ember
on solitary shore without warming ember
a lonely refrain doth play on thy island
a lonely refrain doth play on thy island
on island shore without ember warming
a solitary lonely refrain doth play

in solitary dream of thy heart's sunshine
a wonderland faded in gloomy shade
without ember warming thy island hopes
march in time to a lonely refrain
thy remote shore doth play
ne'er close thee to reach love

You know, I know you miss me
and the nights we had
and the times I told you I loved you
and the nights we rambled about nothing.
Yeah, you ******* miss me.

But I can't skate by knowing
I just let you walk away,
right on by.
And I hate myself for that.
But still, things could be like old times.