Saturday, April 22, 2006

Tinkerbell

Cross your arms and shake your head at the sound. It's shrill and catching up. Footsteps in the snow like ink arrows on a page, put the fire out and tip toe. We'll go a different way towards the ark. Cross your arms around my neck and console my burden.
A butterfly kiss will soothe these wounds. Send smoke signals to the natives, we'll keep low this time.

Shores are offering solace in a never land. Complete with true love, I'll fall with you eternally.

Your wings are as soft as the silk on the floor, shall we sleep in this comfort? The night is occupied by the movement of insects but stay quiet, I enjoy this almost silence. What lullaby are you thinking over, can I know?
Cross your arms and shake your head my pixie gift, your fairy dust has me fixated. I was such a lost boy, like no other. Stay in my pocket forever. (I believe in you)

Written by Chris Yeoman - 2003

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