Daisy daisy show me your garden true I’m half crazy all for the love of you
The mark from her fingers fades from crimson to white and I can feel the heat fade and I pray for the cold to leave well enough alone to stay far distant so the touch of her slap streaked across my heart will never be lost for with its loss melts the touch of her upon my soul
There’s something different unique unusual undefinable in her presence in her trail in her voice in her song the one she sings alone. Searching for something someplace she doesn’t know exists but hopes. Hopes it will wait for her for her song for her passion
And the world pulls back fights back anger against the beauty her wings to be clipped her love to be broken her mind to be seen her thoughts to be erased eradicated. A world of fools doing foolish things
Essential in the darkness her candle her truth her innocence her fragility her dreams her delusions her illusions
He wanders in the shadows in the darkness he sleeps grasping for the world but only wanting the moment the minute frozen the thought observed preserved the idea completed the theory proven the concept born created and evolved. Anger pain delusions illusions dreamed and forgot remembered and surrendered
Afraid of the fear of the need for her blankets and shimmers The moment the look the knowing the sense the feeling he knows she knows they know . It’s there forever from time began to time finishes and beyond the truth can’t fade the love can’t burn the lust can’t smoulder.
Words become songs and songs become tales and their fingers touch and their minds mend and bend and send them from two to one together with harmony and a chorus and they are different and strange and beautiful and the world is blind and the sea not deep and the sky not blue but all shades of pink and green and purple and shadow
Frankie writing words for daisy reminds him of the dragonfly
She will be for ever Flittering on the moon skirting the wheat chaffs of the sun while the song caresses the wonder inside.