Lone Cricket Riveting

Here i find myself adrift and weathering
night sonata calling the tune riveting
it isn't a lark to sit in the dark
an etching echo lift my dreams resonating
unless listening to songs all the night long
'til revelry change the lighthouse watch

A friend will she be to set my soul free
light lens full brings us to a pleasant ville
two crickets attenuating the passing dark

Each in dreams, happy in schemes
ever tarry deserts a'bloom
Blue Fairy cuts the strings, puppets to youth in Providence boons
Lone cricket call the tune riveting
and carry a song delightly

by Bud Taylor

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