tarry a while, dear blue runner,
let me sing you a summer song.
a cosmic promise unfurls
every dew-kissed petal in your arms.
the wind pirouettes,
the trees glance your way.
there is love,
your way.
here is love,
your way.
shall we dance then, my love,
your gentle gaze in mine,
a hushed ballet,
the breadth of our time.
tomorrow, you can be brave.
today, rest a while.
sing me a summer song,
dear blue runner,
tarry a while.
so beautiful and thoughtful π₯Ίππ½