Sweet thing,
between my strings,
slippin along some comfortable song.
I love you there, where I can't see you;
flip of sounds between my thoughts,
can't sing straight these days,
you swerve me solid and true,
undeniably waiting for...
A light lavender scents my days,
swinging soft and lucid
of your daybreaks and night takes.
Oh, that pull you bring,
closer every now and then,
enough to keep my breath.
Sigh it in, keep it a bit,
the flavor of forever,
s'worth the wait.