the night until it is removed by a sky of frosted gold the sheets become a robin's blue then lighter brighter blue to gray until they lay there white again in the light of another day
On this crumpled field of white I hold you to the light you are a cup here now within my arms we have filled another night
So many times the dawn can take the dream that blazed just hours before so many times we make mistakes while we wish for something more
So here we are embracing dreams we tell ourselves this must be real weighing attraction and simple schemes against truth and sex appeal
And on this crumpled field of white I hold you to the light you are a cup here now within my arms we have filled another night yes in your eyes I see we have filled another night
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Field of White
The sun is coming up at the end of night somewhere a bird sings out its lines listen and you turn to me and sigh you are a cup here now within my arms I am a saucer that you rest upon we are filled with afterglow in the stillness of the dawn
The blackness all about us moves deep blue arms come in to hold
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