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(uSkag)
Spark of Nostalgia
The woodsman hums it brightly
On his palm an echo
Demure like a mayfly
Wending through the willows
A song upon the air
Then wispish
It spirals
and it frolics
It sparks and tumbles in
as the breeze
A lust upon its breath
The words crave
The song unwinds
for purchase - For ears
to pour their course
as it's loosed upon the air
There it lights a bonfire
forgets itself
But silence is its partner
as it dances
and settles on the stream
on the ford
Wending through the willows
Song burns and is reborn
Wending through the willows
It maddens and ferments
Wasp-like for a moment
A woodsman cups his ear
Then dirge
of cricket legs
Neurotic Illusions
you don't have to leave no more
A feeling that I'll
I'll keep them close to mine
Let us burn your bridges
I'll give you all you need
Let me show you
Let's take off and
leave it all for good
never be alone
what it's all about
I'll catch you if you stumble
I'll hold you if you fall
I understand you're angry
No need to cry
you will be understood
Give me the illusion of home
When the night has come
But this will fade away
Give me the illusion of home
A feeling that
Time will heal the wounds
I'll never be alone
When the night has come
I'll close the doors and
that make you shout
I'll close the doors and you
don't have to leave no more
Give me the illusion of home
Give me the illusion of home
Tell me all your secrets
