You catch my tears on goose-down pillows
so the hopes and dreams cradled in each watery crescent
don't come crashing down with my salty doubt-drops.
so the hopes and dreams cradled in each watery crescent
don't come crashing down with my salty doubt-drops.
I wouldn't that you'd stop them all together
for I dearly love their bittersweet taste
as you gently dribble them back into my coffee.
for I dearly love their bittersweet taste
as you gently dribble them back into my coffee.
How do I thank my dream-catcher, hope-lover,
riding in on cotton clouds to save God's gift
from this world-ridden soul within me?
riding in on cotton clouds to save God's gift
from this world-ridden soul within me?
How do I thank the knight who protects
the very best of me
from the very worst of me?
the very best of me
from the very worst of me?
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