"...The sense of the familiar
In someone's else desk
The words spring to life once more...
A sharp morning ray
The twitch in my eyes
A dream come true
Afternoon sparkle
Midst leaves of that big tree
A lone bird sings...
Through the windows of a car
Fast moving images
The child grows old...
Late-night conversations,words start to mean
As sound begins to wane
Over a thousand miles.
Wishes come true as melody undresses
And a smile seems to spark
On those faraway sleepy lips...
...still over a thousand miles..."
....resuscitatingly yours...
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