Yellow Flower
Still the pulse survives
The conscious candour of our conversation
Lovely as you are
I see the strain, the pain, the degradation
Strips of light delightful
Either side of bars so thick and wide
You hide them with a colourful sigh
Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you were able
To receive me like a favourite chair
Soaking up the tea as if by magic it'll make me
Ever warmer even after you're not here
Could I be a boat for you a while?
Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile?
Could I be a boat for you
And navigate this weight for you?
Could I be a boat for you a while?
You are the yellow flower of my youth
The scent of nothing wasted
With little left to prove
Oh, graceful evergreen you take me
Over ever hill I've ever dreamed
And others, just illusions
Only seeming to be
Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you were able
To receive me like a favourite chair
Soaking up the tea as if by magic it'll make me
Ever warmer even after you're not here
Could I be a boat for you a while?
Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile?
Could I be a boat for you
And navigate this weight for you?
Could I be a boat for you a while?