She sits beside the window
and stares into the night
I ask if she'd prefer the porch;
she smiles and says she might
She's lost inside her own world, progressed beyond my own
I'd ask if she needs company
but I think she'd rather be alone
Inside she begins to let go
the pressure she felt no longer grows
the wind inside her mind begins to blow and blow
leaves me far behind
and takes her far away
Reflecting in her eyes
I see a star that flashes
I'd ask her if her dreams are there
but too quickly the moment passes
At last she breaks her silence, the wind now in her hair
and so I ask her where she'd go
if she could go anywhere
'maybe to the mountains, maybe to a fair
maybe to the islands
or maybe
I'm already there'
Today her eyes shine brightly
on her sweet face there's a smile
but the front porch and the evening sky
still call to her
once in a while
October not starting with a chuckle, is it. Love it all, Tim... Silly or sobering.
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