Champagne supernova
Champagne supernova
Out of the subject
And yet, oddly, pertinent
When revisiting a daughter,
Such an intimate sentiment,
A hole you had filling with water,
Water from the deep blue sea,
Water from a mountain spring
You can not see,
Saying welcome to thee.
Better than predictable best,
Beyond any possible guest.
May you have the best of futures
May I, departed or still subtly aloof
One ordinary, unsecured, day,
Have an opportunity to share one roof
As in a share of what we both dream
As ultimate sinking, under the stream.
As in champagne supernova,
Sometimes the cover is better
if you don't care about the weather!
Or walk without lousy greed,
At your proper paced speed.
Out of the subject
And yet, oddly, pertinent
When revisiting a daughter,
Such an intimate sentiment,
A hole you had filling with water,
Water from the deep blue sea,
Water from a mountain spring
You can not see,
Saying welcome to thee.
Better than predictable best,
Beyond any possible guest.
May you have the best of futures
May I, departed or still subtly aloof
One ordinary, unsecured, day,
Have an opportunity to share one roof
As in a share of what we both dream
As ultimate sinking, under the stream.
As in champagne supernova,
Sometimes the cover is better
if you don't care about the weather!
Or walk without lousy greed,
At your proper paced speed.
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