Sunday, September 19, 2010

with a friend

Tell me your secrets, your wants, and your wishes.
Who do you emulate? 
Fly away with me to the blue, briny sea 
and we'll sit and speculate. 

The hours waltz by in a dizzying way, the measure of time obsolete. 
Decisions aren't made and nothing's arranged.
We enjoy all those things incomplete. 

Ivory keys and vibrating strings 
combine in a sweet consultation.
You sing the high part, and I'll sing the low, 
in a lovely and pure combination.

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