I hope to fill memory's diamond dust.
One day when the page is full
Perhaps he will trace those
gilded lines along your palm
In your tender wrists, my little one
I hope to fill day-dream's glass bangles
One night when his world is silent
Perhaps he will listen to those
Longing chimes on your flirty wrist
In your warm arms, my little one
I hope to fill life's sagacious solace
In moments of loneliness and despair
Perhaps he will wrap himself in you
And find his soul where he left it
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