Sunsets by the Sycamores

Staring, moments washing by

And all it took was a silent sigh

Like a childhood daydream

Kids waking up, hitting the head beam


An ocean of empty

Rests many hearts plenty

With treasures sifted through like sand

All nothing without the hold of your hand


Sycamore trees and bumbling bees

Ooh I’d wish to be

Petals purr as they pray in plain air

Devotion dear, is all to dare


Flickering you there on its fairy tale

Our hearts a naught and not for sale

Meet me their by the billowing sail

Boarding, we’d watch the time drift, sipping its ale

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