'If you drop breadcrumbs while you're off adventuring you'll lose your way in darkness, so we've heard. I wondered how very few words aloud carried and if the sun would really setĪnd away from the crowds very soft hints of cloudberryĪll the strange moments in a strange world in one big universe Retraced your fingerprints, the pages curling where you wrote, “We all do what we must” I read your journals, the letters bold and swirling Sometimes they’d sail away to Australia and past the place they called Good HopeĪnd it’s two sides of the same coin, isn’t it?Īll the small moments in a small world in one big universe Sometimes they sailed past the fearsome Cape Horn, clung to their memories and rope They said their prayers for safe, good fast trips loaded their cargo, grain and teas When clipper captains sailed their old wooden ships across the wild and windy seas I hear the sound of the water as it falls from St. It’s bad luck to sing in bed, that’s what my Nonna always saidĪnd count some sheep but I can’t sleep and rain falls on the rooftop I heard the sound of your breathing, up and down I hear the sound of the water coming down and the autumn all around Trying to get the cool toys for your little screech owlĪnd when you crown me the queen of the meadowĪnd I’ve never been so elated by the whole new world we created You’re working like a pool boy, passing out the beach towels Never complain, don’t turn back and grouse I’ll wear a gown made of leaves from the hedgerowĪnd I’ve never been so surprised by the whole new world we devised Making all the fights worse for a little ghost mouthĪnd if you crown me the queen of the meadow I’m working like a night nurse, trying to get the most out Vanquishing the viral, wondering what the runes mean You’re working on the spiral trying to keep the rooms clean I saw the night turn to day without warningĪnd I’ve never been so afraid of the whole new world that we made I saw the sun rise on Thanksgiving morning Trying to get the bills paid for my little vampire I’m working like a milk maid, burning like a campfire The farther the scandal the fainter the name The farther the candle the fainter the flame Luminous and varied, numerous and buried treasure reservoir Henrietta Leavitt never got the credit for measuring the stars Hey, Octavia A, she’s saving the day, she’s saving the dayĪnd if you stand her in the sunlight, she growsĪnd if you move her to the moonlight, she glows You would know that it was only me making lemons out of lemonade When I awoke it wasn’t Alexandria, just cats and blankets tucked around me snugĪnd you can treat me like a peasant or you can treat me like a queenīut all that matters in the present is recognizing what I’ve never beenĪnd if I said that I was lonely or if I said I’m still afraid

Last night I dreamed that I was Cleopatra bound for Julius Caesar, wrapped up in a rug Wander out into the forest like some Grimm’s fairytale tourist, see the sights Let’s go out all dressed up fancy, make believe and take a chance on city lights (ba ba ba ba) You can say that I’ve been clever or you can say that I’m a foolīut you know that I would never forget the lessons learned in nursery school We learn about their failures across the centuries but at least they got to feed some hungry birds If you drop breadcrumbs while you’re off adventuring you’ll lose your way in darkness, so we’ve heard

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