She's a constant some would say aloud
Dresser of sycamores you'd be found.
But she looked up to the blue easiness

Spot him strolling by - is all she knows to know.
Something so high some where so far
Some how purple-less
Some what marvelous (it's always been there you know)
Take my sights, love, a breath unto your dear grace

A feather for your words a chord to make me fall
On and on the edge of her hand is a million words to know,
Thousand tales for nights awhile, hear them now
Won't you stay with me for goodnight company