Princess Swan

August 19, 2014

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'Cup of tea my morning peach?' you offer me
I wake up slowly and you kindly let me steep
I'm rested song, you're stretched and long
You drain the leaves while I'm covered in dreams

You've been up all night and we meet in the middle
A purgatory of nine or ten, the sunshine speaks
Your coffees black, my tea's all cream
One's always in dream time just depends on the hour

'I never see you at your best' I poke, I prod

Your faded sun just as the days begun
'I'm sorry you're getting what is left my princess swan' 
As you tire I whisper sweet 'I'll meet you at the end when your just beginning again'

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