
“Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.” – Alan Watts
I was lost for you to findAnd now I’m yours and you are mineTwo tiny hands, a pair of eyesAn unsung melody is mine for safekeepingAnd I will guard it with my lifeI’d hang the moon for it to shine on her sleepingStarting here and starting nowI can feel the heart of howEverything changes
Sugar, butter, flourSometimes I still see herMy mother the dreamerShe’d say, “Nothing’s impossible child” A dream needs believingTo taste like the real thingLike some stranger you recognize So pure, so electricSo sure, so connectedTo those little believers insideMay we all be so lucky
I’ll be your hideaway.
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