When the clouds are hanging low
and the stars are hanging high
and I’m sandwiched in the middle
’tween the mountains and the sky,
When the city down below
says ‘good evening’ to the night
and a gentle twilit breeze
begins blowing out the lights,
When the birds and bats are dancing
through the changing of the guard
and the grass begins to soften
while the sky is growing hard,
When the smell of autumn colors
washing up into the air
sends a trickling stream of stardust
to cascade upon my hair,
Nov 24, 2008
I think I did finish this at one point, but I only have the old version right now.
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