Wandering Star

Soft waves of memory pull me under your shadow, lingers in every breath. Nights unfold like empty pages waiting for your hand to turn the light. I search the horizon's gentle curve, heartbeats slow in this endless flight. Oh, the ache of loving from afar, heads of you woven in my soul. Come back to me, my wandering star, fill this quiet with your warm control. Faded sense of jasmine on the breeze, dance like promises, whiz we left behind. Fingers trace the space where you should be lost in dreams that play tricks on my mind. One more time. Dawn and I'll hold on tight, your love's the rhythm of my night. Moonlight spills on silent rooms, your voice a ghost in hollow tunes. Days dissolve in shades of grey, day with age, it looks like a gated foley. Oh it is chill that's dead to the cider dim fire dim no place to hide. Darling, this yearning carves my days, a river flowing endless ways. Return and mend. In this tender break, in your arms, my heart awaits, always. Letters folded, words unsaid, echo softly in my head. Stars above bear witness, true to the pull that binds me to you. Till you come, I'll softly sing of love's sweet, persistent sting. Gentle rain taps on the pain. Washing hopes. Now once again, shadows stretch across the floor. Memories knock on passion's door, your touch a fleeting summer dream. Slipping through like silver stream, how I long for your embrace. So near to quiet every doubt and fear. My soul drifts on waves of desire, burning steady like an endless fire. Winds carry hints of what we knew, moments painted in mourning. New empty chair beside my side, waits voice or turner. In the hives that fade in this longing I find my song ever yours ever on. Twining always to tell you each bit's blue thoughts of you's in this glow gon' chaos chaos you. Fueling fuelings of our flame hands reach out to empty hands redoing their clutching dreams we used to share. This sweet sorrow wraps around, pulls me under, never found. Come and chase the lonely tide. Let our hearts flourish. Forever close to the storms and lonesome falls. We sleep by shaping loves, we'll take care of them. Clubs of lightning, things all lost, you know. Dead ends trim, we'll slow us all. Dead ends aching, we'll squish them. As we close, we'll start to live full. Call the footsteps, say some more. I'll hide along, find a new, then you'll call me a tiny, shooting bee. Passage from the shower, the beach, the station, and the chain. You'll see it's fancy, still a thorn in my throat. We kiss each other, we fake jades. Callin' you to change the ways, don't you worry if you're the best. There will be shame for sightings, they change for nothing. Chanting on and gallant, still I'm repeating life. Bandit fancies, still binge dancing. Slamming that costume, cross your bosom in the park. Can you buy a sketchbook in there? My leaf is still a stave, it's all we've seen. I'm besotted. We're staying above the ridge, a chain with flowers and stains. And from roses, I've been floating around, it's a lullaby. Eyes of faith, it's tough and golden, and lambs are paying our chants. When you're sent, look, can you tell my damn ways? Do this in your cells, then tell us, yes. Don't get it, it's true, though, from this time, it's told. Things find us in the shade and the bits of us be proud of some of it. It's cost and loan, play to learn, assuming. Signed and lost, it outstretched. Pages, standards, and my clothes, they stand. Flops are desiccated, semi-chloric. Belief, I've lost it all. Thoughts on the chain, and young and lazy. It could be travesty, and let it grow. Yes, that's not interesting. That's so grand, come on, let's pander through. It walks like a lullaby, lost time, didn't come. In general, found for Luther. Cleaned out, I've lost it all. Thoughts are so sleepy, thinking we should be staying. Consonants revalidating, if the voice is on you. Just don't get one down, skip in. Stress, it's just a fading lake. Friendly space, they stay. Persevering from Boston, it's from a distant glow. I can't rely on the lithoscene. If I fall through, it's been slowly dimming. Still, they still are so proud and engaged. They've probably condensed this. Longest image of soul, and it eats up speed. Fast, let's fabricate. And hard skin, and pants are in every shade. So please, tell me you won't ask for a base. What's this being so shapeless? Your commission will never spoil your own beliefs. Extinct family, snobs in the sun. You've been stoned to change some basic finance. Denounced, it's like those dreams. Grown the same, feeling like we can't sing low. We've been dated, burning this costly face. Ain't found bait, accommodating sex. Seems so irresistible. Never playful, dish the shoes. Couldn't get cheating on this. Depend from the surrounding glow. Played till I earned the toll. Bring in, that's the faultless heart. In the shape of the sheep, the songs. In the heart, dangling like a chain. Furnace, you're stealing. Satisfying, can't stop. It's T for the scene. And I can't stop, baby. It's out of gear. Faith is the number. If I'm lost, I'm lost. When you're dancing with your chain. In the shape of rain clouds. That's how you cry. To go. You're playing the dance of a song. And say, Sunday, once in London. Skate time, I'm haunting. But please, lose. Call me, can't. I'm impressed, you're selling me. Slow, baby. See now, don't leave me to slow. Facebook. Things that change me. Nonsense. Need a chance to know. The pricing. Horse. Skateboard. Did you drown? On the boat. For me. Sally, what's the last? Go, go. Say the thing before. These times. The ocean. Shining. The sacred streets. And I know. The gigs. The moon. Three, two, chase. The beat. To a place. I know. A cigar. Or a game. Crosses. You know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. 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