(livin' on) mesambryanthemum time

maybe
(like all the best horizons)
it’s about change
or
about where you stand

are you lookin’ at your feet
or
measurin’ orion’s belt

you may be waitin’ for sun-up
or
wishin' for the quiet comfort of the night

they’ll come around

stay close - when the clouds are scudding high in summer skies
stay close - when the moon is a tenuous silver wraith
as long as i feel your sleeping breath against my skin

they’ll come around



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