Blue Solitude

Faces learning, expressions have no say. What you know and what I

think keep changing every day. Maybe someday, I can find

a pot of gold. Stop the world from being sold like alchemists and

dragons did, before the world grew old. Seasons turning, the autumn days

are near. The calendar slowly changes me a little more each year.

But I'm lucky here because I have you to hold. You let my

fantasy unfold. You drink me up when you are thirsty. Make love when

you are cold. Ooh, solitude, got me singing sad songs again.