you could be holding
the oldest
microphone
the boldest sounds spilling over the lips
of the mouth of the
sacred river
you
you could be shuffling along
to your favourite tune,
crooning that song like you've
never belonged
anywhere else
you
you could be
curled into your baby
this collection of maybe strings
tugging at all of our everythings
as you take us
back to the day
when we lifted our hats
to our ladies
you
you could be dancing with me
i answer your gesture with a blush
and rush to kiss that
blessed cheek
you
you could make the worlds fall for you
like the sun falls for the moon
you could make the master kneel
the student learns the even keel
and reach that courage deep
feel the heavy of your fear
you, my dear, are a dream
you
you are everything
and
then
some
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