I could have never predicted your song, but the tides of Atlantis shifted as you began. Was I somehow asleep until I learned of your serenade? Did I have to be as part of a plan? You were in the moment, with the moment, in a way I have never seen before. Time retreated to make space for you. Is this what it means to be alive? Really deeply want to be alive? Spellbound by your majesty, I revere all that you can do. You're so luminescent, how is it possible that I even know you? The muses scribed, and I'm finding I'm in music of the gods ecstasy. I want to be here, really be here, finally. You were intention magnified. I studied you while holding back tears, because it's strange to realize what I love was always right here. If it's true time flies, I must swim oceans in this moment where I am Spellbound by your majesty, I revere all that you can do. You're so luminescent, how is it possible that I even know you? Apollo scribed, and I'm finding I'm in music of the gods ecstasy. I want to be here, really be here, finally.

It's a working day in Concord. She's analyzing the before. She seeks haven in the willow, after unrest by the shore. She was primed, for revelation. Prophets worshipped, her marigold designs. But Goliath, as ever, a tactician of soul and mind, claimed her shine. Are you there, Willow? Can you comfort her? Are your branches strong enough, to hold all the hurt? Do you have the fortitude required, to be gentle and kind, to save her shine? It's silent on the hilltop but for her shipwreck-howlin' thoughts. She tried so hard to be an angel. It was peacefulness she sought. Are you there, Willow? Will you listen to her? Are your branches strong enough, to hold all the hurt? Do you have the fortitude required, to be gentle and kind, to save her shine? She doesn't need you. She'll survive. But isn't there so much more to being alive? Are you there, Willow? Will you be there for her? Are your branches strong enough, to hold all the hurt? Do you have the fortitude required, to be gentle and kind, to save her shine?

A bullish garden is my heart and I am grateful our shared wildfire didn't take us down. We held our breath through surging climbs long ago, and we breathe ok now. We'd be unlikely to complain. We remember every blaze. Today there are cakewalks all the time. You found your solace I've got mine. It was an afternoon of course. I may have saved you but soon I left for good. No thanks to me you are divine. Knowing shadows draw breath in the should. Oh I'm so sorry for all those years I wasn't there. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry. We'd be unlikely to complain. We were pining for these days. Today there are cakewalks all the time. You found your solace I've got mine.

Sam knows enough to know she's done in a way. The indelible missteps confound denial. She has bone deep visceral knowledge that this chapter is the one, and hopes to hold dear for awhile. Conversation extraordinaire Sam cannot be. She's already lost a lifetime running miles from herself. Sam has golden precious moments in this life she wants to live, and though Sam's late to life, she's feeling swell, cuz Sam is doin' her own thing. She's unlikely to detail the ins and outs. She's a preoccupied loner, an erudite joker, and the most essential part is comin' now: That Sam is barely known by anyone, but if you need someone she'll listen in a way you've never known. And though Sam may leave her story off the table just the same, it's ok, cuz that just means, you can take the throne. Sam's ideal socializing has her silent, or being silly, pretending, doing voices over wine. Collecting all this wisdom took Sam decades, to know where she'll burn and how she thrives, so Sam is doin' her own thing. She's unlikely to detail the ins and outs. She's a preoccupied loner, an erudite joker, and the most essential part is comin' now: That Sam is barely known by anyone, but if you need someone she'll listen in a way you've never known. And though Sam may leave her story off the table just the same, it's ok, cuz that just means, you can take the throne. Don't you know Sam wants to know you in her own way on her own terms. Don't be another fool rejecting everything she's learned. Sam is barely known by anyone, but if you need someone she'll listen in a way you've never known. And though Sam may leave her story off the table just the same, it's ok, cuz that just means, you can take the throne.

Something I know, is there is truly no one like you. You appeared and then were there and all at once you were totally you. And I needed a moment, to compose myself, because your eyes are like a bullet train and I have always needed some help. And then you soothe my spirit with an unexpected phrase. You have insight and vigor which I always thought must part ways. You were totally you. You were totally you. You were totally you. You were totally you. Something I know, is I may never see you. I might not believe you were real but for the witnesses. And I had to walk away, to compose myself, because I knew I was losin' all my senses becoming someone else. And you were painting skylines with your personality, a fleet of gleaming towers glowing bright for all to see. You were totally you. You were totally you. You were totally you. You were totally you. Maybe it's good it happened this way. Maybe it's right, that I walked away. Maybe you're fine, and I am ok. I'll always be grateful for the day You were totally you. You were totally you. You were totally you. You were totally you.

She walks to the ring, again, tonight, prepared for the fight, she knew would come. It's been all of her life, and more, it seems. Can it finally be that tonight's the last fight? Cuz who says that the fighter is born to be fighting, to rise up and go to bat? Who says that the fighter is glad to be fighting, as if they've got everything left? There needs to be a break, a reprieve from the ring and come posthaste, to collect all these trials and trenches and medals, cuz she needs a break. Who says that the 3rd round bell brings any joy to a fighter who gives it her all? Who says that the 4th round fight isn't just an offering? There needs to be a break, a reprieve from the ring and come posthaste, to collect all these trials and trenches and medals In another time, far away, she is having the time of her life, and she is ok. There needs to be a break, a reprieve from the ring and come posthaste, (could you come) to collect all these trials and trenches and medals, cuz she needs a break. She needs a break. She needs a break.

As surely as the crow flies I will see you. I'm bracing for a dawn that's yet to come. I know it's hope that built this emerald lantern, to light the way in case you don't come home. It's been more than a year and myriad troubles. A smarter soldier would have marched away, but I won't turn from the horizon while I'm planted in this trench, prayin' you'll recall our golden days. Am I a dream you've forgotten? A reverie that only I still know? Those copper fields were frolicked by the both of us and yet, here I am at home base all alone. As surely as the fox hunts I will realize, you slipped away before I thought to ask. I've no energy to try but if you'll honor me one wish, picture every sunlit moment, breathe, bask. Am I a dream you've forgotten? A reverie that only I still know? Those copper fields were frolicked by the both of us and yet, here I am at home base all alone. Verdant light, keeping truths discreetly. Tell me so, will the sun rise swiftly? Am I a dream you've forgotten? A reverie that surely you must know? Those copper fields were frolicked by the both of us and yet, here I am at home base all alone (come home). Here I am at home base all alone.

There's a mistake in the parlor. The windows never worked before. I made my plans to leave, but then came the sign, and you walked through the door. You're a demon, you're a riddle. You're exhaustingly sublime. I've a cataract conscience skewed from faulty use, but not this time. And there is movement down at brookside. The locals all think it's divine. They make a party for the newest paper house there down the line. Diamond tightrope, at the diner. One wrong message overheard. You longed for magic from a splintered carousel. The moment turned. And there is movement down at brookside. The locals all think it's divine. They make a party for the newest paper house there down the line. Chariots perched, angels sang, Lucretius signaled, thunder rang. And there is movement down at brookside. The locals all think it's divine. They make a party for our newest paper house there down the line.

I barely even noticed you the first time we met. You cracked a little joke with a half grin. I went about my life not knowing it was sinking in. If only I knew what lay around the bend. For a stratospheric two weeks I really thought you were mine. Everyone around could see the change. If only I knew then I could have never been right, I might not have met you again. But you opened my eyes to more music, the life and the breath of a song. I learned while my heart was in pieces, and got along. You were the star in my movie, a fact I never liked to know. You were both mentor and villain, and for awhile, the lead in my show. By early November the story was clear. I was the only one who wanted more. You bid me goodbye, but I foolishly tried, and kept one foot in a heavy door. I'd like to forget most of it. May I please forget but not all of it. Cuz you opened my eyes to more music, the life and the breath of a song. I learned while my heart was in pieces, and got along. You were the star in my movie, a fact I never liked to know. You were both mentor and villain, and for awhile, the lead in my show. And for awhile, the lead in my show.

I'm at a scratched up sanguine table, mullin' over our long gone days. Now nearly everything is different, but lately, inchin' closer to old ways. In 2011 I left you, for good, it seemed. Leavin' you is 'bout the hardest thing I ever did. I believed our break was clean. But you're in my life again. This fixation is real. I stash away space for you, for the moments we steal. And I'm hopin' so hard you'll love me back this time, as I know that I love you, euphorically, maddening elusive you. The last 5 years changed everything. This burned out soul is born anew. I'm thinkin' that I can be good to you this time. Can I just say how much I missed you. I still love you. But I don't know if you love me too. My heart is given to you, it's done. You'll do what you do. Cuz you're in my life again. This fixation is real. I stash away space for you, for the moments we steal. And I'm hopin' so hard you'll love me back this time, as I know that I love you, euphorically, enrapturing, so wonderful, elusive you.