The day has just begun And a little black bird Says watch out for the sun It is late afternoon And a bright little bird Says watch out for the moon Day and night I watch and wait What am I watching for? In the safety of my room I lie in limbo Safe from everything Except myself. Where’s that little bird now? Can’t hear anything from Under my blanket.
The smell of you in my nose That day you flung me up into the air and we danced amongst red roses I felt weightless then but heavy now and the wind disposes of all those petals Love me, lot me alot.. Love me, love me not.
There’s a peculiar something about synchronicity the more you notice it the more obvious it becomes And then you find yourself musing at the marvelous nature of life and how coincidence does not explain it at all it's all connected, somehow. like mushrooms. All mushrooms are magic.
Cobwebs in her mind She tries to find herself But she is the fly In her own web Caught up by some Needle and thread Tread lightly Says the spider Or you’ll find Yourself dead.
Sitting here Still a little drunk From last night Oh you are a sight For sore eyes My sweet demise Where did you come from And to where do you go It's an ebb and flow So easy to be around you Feeling as I do I could be superwoman I could be anyone Have anything But all I want is you