To some this may be mystical or coyly metaphysical. I need the night air to breath and weave a potion of lilac golden story words- strung around my neck with slow low shimmer effect. Come to me deliberately as I lean on billowy time. When will I be your golden bell sing me well tell no tell chime a chim- chime? Breathe. Beat-beat. Beat.
The green of a wish ring finds its own sting while you look away and make no note. The gem holds its magic tight emerald light second sight-you will dance a slowdance- I know you knowdance- with the night. While I wish on wishes wished and delicacies dished in sapphire skies, silver glimmer trails encircle silver shimmer tales of one kiss. Celadon faerie wings fan fawning fires that threaten to blaze untended. Shall I wish anew kiss anew dish anew or wait? One breath. One beat-beat. One beat.
The nightsong grows deafening engulfing us in the skylight starbright lullabye. Every molecule of soul divides the fight from the fright to fly away from reason and treason and every long toiling season of time. Share mine. Breathe sweet baby’s breath of morning and sway with shivers of dew. While all the while for a little while your pirate’s smile’s a warning. Beat-beat. Beat. Breathe. Beat-beat. Beat.
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