breath rises like prayers for the new year as we set our faces like flints with hope to the promise of spring
Before we fell You could hear the crashing down As we stood among those who thought It could never happen to us
Marking my day by the length of the shadows stretched over the fields of my past.
Light travels falling Through vast and undulating distance Both at once and forever I see now why She left Falling
Not ascending or descending Suspended high above the far-below
Fun in the magic hour.
Glitter Girl – by Robert Müller “She gets to me, inside my head, through my heart’s unraveled seams …” ©2001 Pale Yellow Music/ASCAP
– by Rob Müller
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