LYRIC FOR SALE

By Nobody

There was a shyness in her walk
An apple in her sigh
Confidence in her plans
Curiosity in her eyes

She saw the promise in me
And let me into her world
We shared conversations
Without saying a word

Her laughter
Was volcanic
She would often erupt
I bathed in, the hot joy of her
I could never get enough

And when she cried
I would taste
Every, single, tear
We poured into each other
And whispered in our ears

She was, cinnamon
Sprinkling life on me
I savored every breath of her
In my olfactory
She was my dewdrop
And I thought her mist would linger on
But our love evaporated
And now she is gone
My dewdrop
My gentle dewdrop
Cinnamon dewdrop
Cinnamon dewdrop

Seldom can I visit
The farm of our serenade
Lay in a field of grass
Withering to malaise
Stranger to my memories
As the fog is rollin’ in
Praying for an ending
That doesn’t want to begin

And then I’m startled, awake
And I reach out, for her hand
Fingers gently brush upon
A morning blade of grass
With a dewdrop
Cinnamon dewdrop
My cinnamon dew
Cinnamon dewdrop
My cinnamon dew
Cinnamon dewdrop