By
David Mayfield
Where have they all gone?
The trees in blues and greens,
Used to capture the sun.
Now the world has me jaded,
and my eyes go blind,
and the shade rolls down
and the doves glide by,
Dropping their ivory feathers one by one.
And sleep comes so easily, with you.
Standing as the moonlight waxes the sun.
Banking left through the clouds
Gazing lightly, into space
The circle drops down and the light dims
And the horizon is only a reminder.
All that's left is that picture of you
Standing next to me.
Eagles soaring, oceans swirling
Eyes interlaced, brought together by the sun
Seems to test the strength of time.
But nothing can compare, to the sunflowers in your hair.
And nothing can compare, to the sunflowers in your hair.
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