Softly the music played against your name
Flowers spilled from my being
The chords of my heart were minor harmonics
And for a time I lost myself
My mind sailed the sloop of desire in the wind
Your chiffon gown was blue in the breeze
Lilac perfume was on the air
The waft of you pitted my being
How is it I can't have you
How is it that plants are empty of flowers
Why am I cold in the winter of your absence
I need your hands on my heart
Why must I listen to the rain in the night
Without you
Where is your comfort
Please suture my heart with your breathing
The wheels spin in the water logged street
I dream you have arrived
Then I remember your distance
There are sharp chords of depression
The melody is melancholy
The rain drips through my soul
I need your warmth against me
Your absence is the cross on my back
Flowers spilled from my being
The chords of my heart were minor harmonics
And for a time I lost myself
My mind sailed the sloop of desire in the wind
Your chiffon gown was blue in the breeze
Lilac perfume was on the air
The waft of you pitted my being
How is it I can't have you
How is it that plants are empty of flowers
Why am I cold in the winter of your absence
I need your hands on my heart
Why must I listen to the rain in the night
Without you
Where is your comfort
Please suture my heart with your breathing
The wheels spin in the water logged street
I dream you have arrived
Then I remember your distance
There are sharp chords of depression
The melody is melancholy
The rain drips through my soul
I need your warmth against me
Your absence is the cross on my back
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