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Meet MeMeet me on the Equinox,Meet me at the stop.Just be sure not to leave me,Just be sure to need me.Meet me halfway to our havenMeet me beneath the broken seven.Just be sure to pack your bags,Just be sure your ticket to grab.Meet me where our hearts beat evenMeet me where there's a shift in season,Just be sure to bring our blanket,Just be sure we'll need to need it.Meet me where the stars collide,Meet me where we don't have to hide.Just be sure to not pick the roses,Just be sure to check your poses.Meet me where our silence is goldenMeet me where our hearts aren't broken.Meet me where we can be,You and I, You and Me.
AnythingIt can be death, It can be life.It can be love, It can be strife. It can be dainty, It can be crass, It can be golden, It can be brass.It used to be long It used to be flowing,It used to be a wanting It used to be wrong.It once was nature, It can be strongIt is, yet, always, Unlike grief... Always A relief.
A Walk in SeasonCome with me and we shall walk along likeTwo lovers, two friends, among the white moundsOf grinning, gleaming snow, thrown down the pike.There's no sound- not even of yapping hounds.Oh! The things we will see in the windows:Translucent reflections covering theSmall pathes of fire-lit summer; high-lowsOf frolicking children and old lazies.How delightful to watch the children play-Those sprining wee tykes- breaths of spring rain,Those darling small saplings, ever so gay.They'll scurry about us, 'gain and again.And as we near out destination, ourFootsteps fall in number, faces ruddyWith the blush of chilling winds of hours,Felled leaves swirling as we embrace gently.
We're Not Burning YetWe're Not Burning YetWe're ten thousand miles away from the sun,But we're not burning yet,Supposedly soon, shall we be done,But by god, we're not burning yet.Our hands are clasped above the fire,But we're not burning yet,And yet slowly the flames in our hearts consume,But, you hear, we're not burning yet.The sun is beating us with its bats,But we're not burning yet,Our skin is alive with the fiery tendrils of life,But, dear love, we're not burning yet.The sky is dark and the stars are shining,And, dearest, we'll never burnBecause we're just too cool for that,To ever feel that burn.