Sound Advice:
Tongue-tied and twisted words
Lyrics hooked on sticks
In your memory flicks
A melody paces time
A million misfit lines
Placed back together
In a bin marked a dime
A hand held tape recorder
Buttons move us back and forward in time
One slow dance written out of line
A lullaby to the night sky:
Count to five
Descriptive lines
Mark the darkened sky
One points and waves high
Each star clasps in time
And grasps for a piece of its own absence
A big one, a little one
Marking the black
And directing the night
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