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May 06, 2009
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Dedicated moments
You hold onto delicate believing and desire
Like the slim stick in the hands of a woman on a tight wire
I know you finally stepped out of the muddy quagmire
and now you’re running free and beautiful as it should be
Step into the sky
a free fall slow motion liberation of the heart
I want to listen to you, watch you singing
and dedicate my moments to your art
Somehow your voice is pulling at my history
and I am transfixed with wonder, pleasure and humility
I wish there was some way you could hear it through me
and now you’re running free and beautiful as it should be
Yes I’ve heard that tune before, but you bring magic to it
love that you have taken liberties, I knew you could do it
Transparent like a dragonfly’s wing, we see through it
and now you’re running free and beautiful as it should be
Ah you fell for Oberon, I know just how that feels
I’m hardly just recovering from his charm and nefarious deals
But the magic of you singing brings the life back as it heals
and now you’re running free and beautiful as it should be
Like the slim stick in the hands of a woman on a tight wire
I know you finally stepped out of the muddy quagmire
and now you’re running free and beautiful as it should be
Step into the sky
a free fall slow motion liberation of the heart
I want to listen to you, watch you singing
and dedicate my moments to your art
Somehow your voice is pulling at my history
and I am transfixed with wonder, pleasure and humility
I wish there was some way you could hear it through me
and now you’re running free and beautiful as it should be
Yes I’ve heard that tune before, but you bring magic to it
love that you have taken liberties, I knew you could do it
Transparent like a dragonfly’s wing, we see through it
and now you’re running free and beautiful as it should be
Ah you fell for Oberon, I know just how that feels
I’m hardly just recovering from his charm and nefarious deals
But the magic of you singing brings the life back as it heals
and now you’re running free and beautiful as it should be
— Cloudthings, May 06, 2009
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Critiques
Seren
17 years 1 month ago
Breathtakingly beautiful
Cloudthings
17 years 1 month ago
Thank you JayC, but you DO weave such beautiful words
Seren
17 years 1 month ago
Anni your too kind
orgami
17 years 1 month ago
Agree with Seren
Cloudthings
17 years 1 month ago
Thank you, yeah there are some earlier works I love
faerybeki
17 years 1 month ago
Anni, I wish you could read
Cloudthings
17 years 1 month ago
Ta sweetness It's easier to dish it out than to take it isn't it
Geezer
17 years 1 month ago
dedicated moments