you wander slowly through my mind
waking what was napping
and if a gossamer thread
could hold a dream
this one would bethe first spin
if the shell fragments flung
when the world egg cracked
could find themselves in fragile ivory
and form a star
it would be the second
if the quicksilver of your smile
could fall on the wayside
and I could find it for my pocket
it would be the third
if I could stand in the shade of your breath
and feel the warm in and out
touch my hands
it would be the fourth
and if a reed
whistling green notes
could call you to my side
and I could keep you
it would be the last
oh
it would be the last
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