Hand on loan
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On some nights I get a hand on loan.
Only on some nights that is....
Only on some nights that is....
I lie holding it and dream of butterflies
The butterflies that bring color and
Carry sunshine on their wings.
tropical mountains of Taman Negara
The sharp drops did not bother me anymore.
On some nights I kiss the loaned palm
I work on the creases a bit
Rub them with my thumb
And try to smooth away the roughness.
But the darkness only thickens....
I lie on it and try to hear the calling of the sea
For, they say, every dessert was a sea in its last birth.
For, they say, every dessert was a sea in its last birth.
On some nights when a hand is loaned to me....
I try to forget it’s on loan
I try to forget it’s on loan
I ignore that it’s not a hand that I know too well
Because knowing has not taken me too far
I hold it with all eagerness
As if it will walk the whole nine yards with me
I hold it with all eagerness
As if it will walk the whole nine yards with me
That’s all from here for now…
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