Lightstream

the cool days of Autumn
when she’d come around
to dance acapella
never making a sound

‘neath the light
streaming in
through
a stained glass window

colors flickering
on her skin
like a rainbow

Time runs in a circle
I thought we’d grow old
searching in vain
for that pot of gold

it was there all along
we just couldn’t see
to busy dancing
to our destiny

'neath the light
streaming in
through
a stained glass window

colors flickering
on her skin
like a rainbow

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