Sunset, Sunrise, Sunset: Soon a New Day Will Dawn by Cleo Patra - HTML preview

BUTTERSCOTCH DAY

We met between internet lines

There weren’t any love signs

Slowly letters began to fly

We couldn’t say goodbye

We both wanted a second change to love

Our dreams flew on the wings of a dew-drop dove

We were both alone

You and I talked for hours on the phone


You weren’t the flesh on my skin

I was in an airplane-spin

Magic was in your words

You sang with the Hocus Pocus birds

My eyes said no

Let him go

My heart said gives him a change

We were alone in our spacecraft-range


Our letters flew with the South wind

Our hearts were in sky-skinned

Neither of us expected much

You got the sun-moon touch

I tried to get away

You found me on a Butterscotch day