Standing idly, she longed for the waxy smoke of a blown out candle
Hastily moving, he regretted the dangling rapture from another dry out
Stepping aside is muting echoes from their aborted tryout
Dancing in disarray is compost for the ribboned restless
And stretching the gap is just more repetitions from the balalaika
A cameo appearance for the nerves
When the day gives you cypress flotsam, keep sweeping and smile
It's not a body off frame project
The wind always shifts
Brave always wins over brutish
And soft sheets always bring on the nights
Here's to life
You know the rest