Draw me out of this muffling cloud Place my feet on solid, if rocky, ground Remind me that peace makes a sound Like the hush of bedsheets drifting down Like dried autumn leaves falling earthbound To this playground of angels and hellhounds Like your voice in the morning The only one I'd recognize in this crowd Saying in so many other words that I'm your darling You mean to say you love me And it comes out as: I'm glad you're around
I wrote this yesterday so it’s still fresh in my mind, but I think it might be one of my favorite pieces I’ve done.