For what its worth those star too far
The things to never find
For every heart I've chafed and led to chase
During my shaded divide --
Pale this print of sunshine skin
Envelope another mind that is eager within.

And now the day turns into night
The Storm that dances towards this hill
Shall lend its light and strike in fright.

Imperfections reign on this surface of man
A brother to the secreted thoughts that lie beneath
A wanderer drinking the wanderlust
Of the poets curse
Seeking perfection within imperfection.

Composing this upon the fly
Brooks and Dunn the ballads-bye
Back to the world and its boring pace
Traffic congestion and bills to pay
If only to survive just one more day
So I might find that tender hand
Sublime the contours within her sighs.