The land in which you stay is far away
And the sun is in the sky at a different time of the day for you
But during these minutes when i talk to you, those night skies of mine
Can be light up to the brightest, white and the deepest blue.
The moon becomes a little dot, for i don’t need to look at a white malteser
To get to know the beauty that is in the world.
I don’t need to go to amazon forests, to see beauty
I don’t need to sail the seas to see creativity
I don’t need to read poetry, to understand love, and angels
I just need to see you, to talk to you, and hear you breath and sigh
And use up my time.
These words may seem useless to you
And a picture may paint a thousand of them
But i am not picasso, and i am not van gogh
And i would rather cough out words that mean something to me
And maybe mean something to you
Rather than splash some paint on a white wall, that can be interpreted in a different way than i call
This, thing, that we have, that we had, and will have for a little longer, if you’ll have me
Is, something special, even without me, you could have it
Maybe with me, you will have it better
And greater, and more splendid.
Stay with me, don’t be like the people of the past
and move out so fast that i can’t catch you or even eat your dust.
Your eyes may be grey
but i can find a thousand things more grey in the world than those.
from top to toe, your gold
from toe to crown, i would drown with you, in that blue skyline you made for me
so see...
Just see.
Stay with me.
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