the ants move over my body like a highway
and the elegant blue dragonflies pass by
the breeze, the fingers my body dreams of
my skin has wrapped my soul in summer sun
in this body of a child or a gypsy or a crone
in this time as the woman that i am
within the bugsong serenade
of my heartache and content
and i know change and i know time
and everyday i see your eyes
and somewhere i always wish
that you were beside me
but i know why does have its ways
and some time along the way
it always comes along and finds me
and still i fall to miss in dreams of you
all of this pent up love for you
oh my love, your shine makes them all so dull
you pull my heart in waves
that humble us and make us enormous
you are real to me
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