There is a way to take the rush from such mundane nights
when the light of it all is found in a stare
is it cupidity? 
Rubies of fire
water and clay
let me paint a picture
of when we lay

A dashing sky 
clouds yawning at the sun's joke
grass dances to the wind's song
as it tickles my feet
laughter is contagious
and the birds laugh with me too

And you create dreams from thin air
write words silently
make music with one stare

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