Life can be so Nabokov
Flying over, gliding numb on time that has no when
A sip? Please a drop? That I might know once again. Your taste. In my tears.
draft a silky breeze, hitch your skirt and go
Fly as high as thought will bear Weight will lose its greed and share Faith to sail beyond imagined walls
The sun sets every day I am sure So why I wonder does this one pass me by? Demons long