song | april 5

maybe the road is emerald and gold
buried too deep for eyes to see
unnamed and unknown, the path overgrown
say you'll be brave and walk with me

can't wait for certainty, seeing as we've so far to go
if it's a fantasy, still we don't need to be alone

fingertips, lips, nothing on earth like this
kisses rich like the bliss of mystery
holding me so slowly—I have to know
only say you can see the good in me

life has a cruelty, you're longing to be free, I know
 I need security, you need a place to be at home

Photo by Flora Westbrook on Pexels.com

I’m taking a bit of a risk today and doing something new. A recording of me singing a version of this song can be found here.

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