| Leaf to your hands the make of your smile |
| Once upon a time you polished the silver of my road told me how much it licked your feet when you placed it there i said it was probably incidental for the most part seeing as the soft of my eyes were already markers on the promise of your land was a treat indeed to fan your flesh poem to near screams whilst we walked green paths that grew smoke mouths all the while the sun cutting our form and pasting it to the road aye it was i suppose a given that you'd bring your pastel skies if only to flavor whisper clouds in my ongoing repertoire of coaxing mother to make a moon and father to bathe it with dark worships you teased so much, of that i'm sure for how else do i string your slippery comments on the hard of my sin prayers ah! the sweetness of it and how it made me ache for the pieces of your name embedded oh so deep way down there where twilight birds circle my devil........ to your country so suffice it to say i make no promises i hold no keys but what i do offer is that which you desire the most i rain for you so that you may see your way clear my song will awaken sleeping paths in turn pointing you to our house at the end of the world i'll join you there, my smile racing the sun to your face and you? just make sure you have the leaf to your hand � Bagger Vance 2003 |
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