Crystalline fireflies dance on the water
Like Mister Bojangles tapping a tune.
The sun settles in with the earth as its' pillow.
Its waltz on the water gives way to the moon.
Dewdrops awaken the clear mountain morning,
Touching the light to its' delicate beads.
Sparkling fancy foretelling the future,
The crystal of gypsies fulfilling our needs.
Champagne
A few clinging fast to the side of the glass.
Rising and gasping and bursting in air,
Joyfully, thankfully free at last.
Where do you look to find your sparkles?
What will you cling to when day is done?
Who will you sing to when shadows grow tall
And the lake waters dance with the setting sun?
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Like Mister Bojangles tapping a tune.
The sun settles in with the earth as its' pillow.
Its waltz on the water gives way to the moon.
Dewdrops awaken the clear mountain morning,
Touching the light to its' delicate beads.
Sparkling fancy foretelling the future,
The crystal of gypsies fulfilling our needs.
A few clinging fast to the side of the glass.
Rising and gasping and bursting in air,
Joyfully, thankfully free at last.
Where do you look to find your sparkles?
What will you cling to when day is done?
Who will you sing to when shadows grow tall
And the lake waters dance with the setting sun?
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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