asklepiades (asklepiades) wrote,
asklepiades
asklepiades

And when the end comes near
I'll turn your Golden hair
Caref'ly over the wooden place
Where we once laid.

Between your concrete words
Before you stranger turned
there was a place
There was a place
that I knew well.

You still thrill me,
edge of every high beam.
You're coming across,
running across,
I ran so well.

And you...
You'll find my waiting arms,
Soft as the day is hard,
Same as the sun

And when the years have gone
Just when our loves aren't young
and our words are quiet...

And when my thoughts leave me
I've been who I can be
I'll take your Golden hair
Soft as the sun
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