Windows to Sky - Rowboat, Sometimes
And your spine is a room
And your skin is the sky
And your words paint a door
It opens, sometimes
And your time is a quilt
As it spills from the bed
I shall swim to the store
And buy us a rowboat, sometime
And the moon is the sun
And the bitter is sweet
And your name is a song
I still sing it, sometimes
Written by:
Joseph Newhouse
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