Maker

(clarke / hicks / nash)

Days of yellow saffron.

Nights with purple skies.

Melting in the sunbeams

From my maker's eyes.



Mountain-colored lilac

In the distant haze.

I would like to lie here,

Timing all my days



Move past my window,

Sunshine is shimmering

Jack-o-lanterns glimmering,

Giant moths are flickering around.



See, the moon is hiding

Underneath the sea.

Pretty soon he'll venture

To take a look at me.



So i humbly stand here

Beneath his golden glow.

Doesn't he remind me

Of somebody i know?



I must be leaving,

Back to reality.

Don't you just pity me?

I could so easily stay here.


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