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The Stream
Godfather.
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Telling of time’s and breathing in dreams under oceans of blue and gold
Watching sand castles return to the sea as tides of life unfold
While an opera of the sun plays softly on her skin she smiles then looks away.
Circling her world on a Seminole breeze brush strokes of time drift beyond this dream
Among the birch and a renaissance seen only she will ever know which creature’s come to play.
Eye’s that glow in the night move with gentle whispers under the harvest moon
One at a time, two maybe three hands held softly the fourth around you and me.
So now that I see you, you have no place to hide your eye’s that glow in the night.
Shall we finish our dance.
Pretty as you please, the movie house plays a silent film and words are never heard
Candles that light the hall bring images of ghostly shadows that call her name out-loud.
Happiness waits in a hidden forest beyond the singing stream where pixies lay in fields of green
Counting the blossoms in the lavender tree’s.
Twenty-five and ten not so many years ago the future of her little feet crawled across this floor
Eye’s that moved in mystery of every little thing she saw, a world so full of surprises she wanted to touch it all
The old piano at the end of the room played for her little hands songs that brought the meaning of everything she dreamed.
Silent movies and teenage dreams the world can be so cruel but in her mind it goes away as she sits beside the singing stream.
Watching sand castles return to the sea as tides of life unfold
While an opera of the sun plays softly on her skin she smiles then looks away.
Circling her world on a Seminole breeze brush strokes of time drift beyond this dream
Among the birch and a renaissance seen only she will ever know which creature’s come to play.
Eye’s that glow in the night move with gentle whispers under the harvest moon
One at a time, two maybe three hands held softly the fourth around you and me.
So now that I see you, you have no place to hide your eye’s that glow in the night.
Shall we finish our dance.
Pretty as you please, the movie house plays a silent film and words are never heard
Candles that light the hall bring images of ghostly shadows that call her name out-loud.
Happiness waits in a hidden forest beyond the singing stream where pixies lay in fields of green
Counting the blossoms in the lavender tree’s.
Twenty-five and ten not so many years ago the future of her little feet crawled across this floor
Eye’s that moved in mystery of every little thing she saw, a world so full of surprises she wanted to touch it all
The old piano at the end of the room played for her little hands songs that brought the meaning of everything she dreamed.
Silent movies and teenage dreams the world can be so cruel but in her mind it goes away as she sits beside the singing stream.
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Godfather.