Friday, September 18, 2009

Ray Gun

Golden afternoon sun I could recall
Busy street down your porch I could see them all

The TV calls with my favorite channel on
Shadows from your window on your bed they dance upon

Can I stop the clock from ticking away
Hoping to have chains strong enough to pin down the day

To stay forever in your warm embrace
Under your spell…a wonderful daze

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