The avenues of my dreams are paved with reality
These misty mornings delight those thoughts
Turning raven haired vistas into liquid commas
And still I stop to ponder the essential you
And still I look for the otherness of me
And still I laugh at the fairy dust sayings of yesterday's moon
Because it is all there
Out and about
Trailing behind the never
Leading to forever
If I could only steal a moment of crying clarity
And bring to you my softest joy
We the eternal would be singing
Together and apart like the dusty laughter of Summer children
And the long forgotten whispers of their maiden aunt's morning
Oh to leave and come back to never stop
This is what our carousel in purple brings home to us
We the eternal
These misty mornings delight those thoughts
Turning raven haired vistas into liquid commas
And still I stop to ponder the essential you
And still I look for the otherness of me
And still I laugh at the fairy dust sayings of yesterday's moon
Because it is all there
Out and about
Trailing behind the never
Leading to forever
If I could only steal a moment of crying clarity
And bring to you my softest joy
We the eternal would be singing
Together and apart like the dusty laughter of Summer children
And the long forgotten whispers of their maiden aunt's morning
Oh to leave and come back to never stop
This is what our carousel in purple brings home to us
We the eternal
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