I sit here in the arms of the candle light,
swirl it's flame around my finger,
watching the softness in line running down,
like a stream of water to the end.
My thoughts with you strong.
Remember Simpson's strength.
The pillars,his hands.
The long hair.
My mind not to be,
the one who cut thy hair.
I saw the stars tonight.
The Galaxy,
wondering what they felt,
thy dreams,thy whisper,
to the moon.
wondering about life.
The falling star,
coming my way.
take me on a ride,
to the eclectic form of the sun.
See nature,the loving sea,
All the starlets in my world,
crossing over bridges,on a bus.
seek your eyes.
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