Whatever happened to those sun-lit apple pony days
Nights where we breathed in the stars on grass that smelt of summer
Spin me around til i'm heady and dizzy, spin us into statues stay
Here on the fresh-mown lawn with me, and try to remember
The once childlsh prose that sweetly tumbled off your lips
Of all-powerful genies transforming princes into jeweled birds
Took flight, with your glowing smile and expressive fingertips
From sugar spun strands to the decadence of Rimbaud's words
Glittering, dewy spiderwebs sweet as brand-new coffin nails
On the sticky pub tables where we down a glowing glass or two
Spin me around til i'm heady and dizzy, spin me fanciful tales
Of a young life twice-lived, and enchant me with you.
Nights where we breathed in the stars on grass that smelt of summer
Spin me around til i'm heady and dizzy, spin us into statues stay
Here on the fresh-mown lawn with me, and try to remember
The once childlsh prose that sweetly tumbled off your lips
Of all-powerful genies transforming princes into jeweled birds
Took flight, with your glowing smile and expressive fingertips
From sugar spun strands to the decadence of Rimbaud's words
Glittering, dewy spiderwebs sweet as brand-new coffin nails
On the sticky pub tables where we down a glowing glass or two
Spin me around til i'm heady and dizzy, spin me fanciful tales
Of a young life twice-lived, and enchant me with you.
January 2011
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