(track 2 on the album 'Gossamer') on the anthill highway cottonwood flowers and brambles of time do the dance of the wind leaving their homes far behind in the branches of slumber the curves of the leaves wait beneath the promise of midnight for daylight to return and oh sometimes we never learn on a green horizon the glass-helmet-orchestra goslings they roll out the rain barrels spilling the droplets of spring where the blossoms are dancing like white-feathered dervishes virgin legs hung on the moonlight the dandelion wish-flowers turn oh they grow their love just to burn along bridges and warm the night's shivering waters that churn in the moon-tide's reflection of stars that are scattering light through the gossamer branches that comb through the wind; the delicate dream-catching webs that we spin In a chinese lantern paper walls climb through the liquid night into the morning casting their nets to the wind flying kites in twilight the paper-cup telephones strung on a gossamer moon-thread the yarn anchors drag though the sky oh they grow their love just to burn along bridges and warm the night's shivering waters that churn in the moon-tide's reflection of stars that are scattering light through the gossamer branches that comb through the wind; the delicate dream-catching webs that we spin |
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2/14/2017 05:00:50 am
Really nice and insightful lines. i thinks these can be formulated into various different beats and each with come up with different impact on the listener. hope to know more from you.
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