In the dead moments of space
Between the thick and the thin
A flicker of a glimpse
The door that won't let us in
No, but you weren't there to see
The crests and jagged ridges
For elves with pointed hats
Furry trolls under bridges
I've walked the empty beaches
Looked for you under linens
Traded dimes for nickels
Riding on greaseless pinions
To Chianti's green-rowed vineyards
If I could only take you
You'd taste the nectar sweet
And just might believe it's true
Or feel the warm rays on skin
That light the fire of your core
Your hair a wisp in wind
Tears in my eyes wanting more.
Oh let me sail you over
To where the dipper and cross
Upside down and beside
Give the starry sky it's gloss.
Say yes to my soft request
To have you riding beside
Through thousands of sunsets
and every wash of the tide
There is not a lone minute
I don't want to spend with you
Holding loosely the wheel
Steering for the scenic view.
@Copyright Chris Brady 2011
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