It's an imaginary and wonderful thing
Elusive though and wearing thin
Curling my toes around something
Your finger and then giggling
Its just a pass time like train watching
or carefree days of beach combing
A touch through the air of sounds waving
A gentle caress that you would sing
But it doesn't seem to be happening
Oh what a joy to my heart it would bring
Instead of love though, I just feel tin
Screw it up and put it in the bin
It has a certain musical ring
A charisma, a magical thing
Another world outward and within
And the second hand stops it's ticking
Can be strange though if we're conflicting
Faltering steps to beats that are missing
But with curiosity I am longing
For stargazing and listening.
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