Better Days

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Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Laurel Mae

better days ________ www.coopradio.org: 04/06/05

Laurel Mae

You were older, I was younger
You were sure and I, afraid
My fear became part of the flame
The fire, entwined we made
That night the lad was lost in me
My innocence did crack
It’s not as though you took it, no
So much as gave it back
Laurel Mae

I rode my bike the wet roads home
The clock said almost four
Where were you, my mother cross
Her dark eyes in the door
I said, tonight I found a star
To tie my dream horse to
I knew love and told her of
My feelings then, for you
Laurel Mae

That night I never slept at all
The rain a shawl outside
When daylight spilled into my room
I curled up there and cried
That night the lad was lost in me
My innocence did crack
It’s not as though you took it, no
So much as gave it back
Laurel Mae

All the fear we disappear
The shadows we consume
The candle wick where passions flick
The touch that makes perfume
And how the moon will find its way
Into the darkest room
And dew enclose the secret rose
We die and we resume
Laurel Mae

You were older, I was younger
You were sure and I, afraid
My fear became part of the flame
The fire, entwined we made
That night the lad was lost in me
My innocence did crack
It’s not as though you took it, no
So much as gave it back
Laurel Mae

DL

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