Singing with you, about you,
thinking of you, singing to you,
and dreaming of you,
waiting to fly away,
like the pollen upon the air
coming to rest in the white flowers
that are all over our private meadow,
the son shining.
Imagine if you will, my wonder of you;
mothership, I'm coming home...
dreaming with you
of the future and reunion.
And it makes me wonder...
How does the sunlight touch
every part of our meadow
like a magical place where
there is no longer any darkness?
By rising and setting in our love...
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