Falling star and now I’m left to wonder Why are you so far away and am I Fated to this spell that I am under ‘Neath brill’ant sky yet still I softly cry These tear drops holding vision of the one; The glove so missing from this curs-ed hand Left holding this that cannot be undone; This chrono glass with ever falling sand That rightfully should be between our toes And underneath our blanket on that dune Where you and I embrace in sweet repose While ‘round us lay our garments hast’ly strewn, My Dear, my wish: we find our wanting bliss, ‘Tis you this night I desperately miss. - SCOTT ALEXANDER MCKENZIE
Wishes
Wishes
Wishes
Falling star and now I’m left to wonder Why are you so far away and am I Fated to this spell that I am under ‘Neath brill’ant sky yet still I softly cry These tear drops holding vision of the one; The glove so missing from this curs-ed hand Left holding this that cannot be undone; This chrono glass with ever falling sand That rightfully should be between our toes And underneath our blanket on that dune Where you and I embrace in sweet repose While ‘round us lay our garments hast’ly strewn, My Dear, my wish: we find our wanting bliss, ‘Tis you this night I desperately miss. - SCOTT ALEXANDER MCKENZIE