Amber liquid wetting winecups to the stem
Spilling drops to glisten on the earth like little gems
That myself mistook so foolishly when i stopped to steal a drink
of the liquid amber melting in my eyes, in my hands, and on my lips
Earthy blankets full of golden lint and thread
I see the children play as I am on my way again
To another place; I'm sorry to say that we
Blurred the picket fence
Still the children play, they wrap themselves in the middle
To sip sunlight and drink innocence
Hey today
