read me a story over the phone
write me a love song
make me a clone
put on your raincoat
I've waited so long
cloud on my tounge
tear in your hand
both of us love
fantasy land

talk about Canterbury Tales
ents, and elves
and fairy tales
mask on my face
hole in my soul
you complete me
and make me whole

talking about them
knowing so much
keep's us in tune and
keep's us in touch
give us our armor
give us our skill
teaching the students
never to kill

the elves woke the ents
many summers ago
trooping faeries make mischief
wherever they go
and the monks and the nuns
so Godly and right
seem to be filled with a divine light

11/16/1999

Author's Note: for Jared... partly written by Jared... weird.

Posted on 10/26/2004
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