Invited


you are invited

to my only today

somehow itís not like i ever imagined

and my imagination does not go away


you are invited

to this heart i call home

sometimes the spirits fly in through the windows

and sometimes the memories wonít leave us alone


you are invited

to my only me

tired blue eyes... reading your lips

truth in my pockets and mud on my feet


you are invited

to this ocean of song

sometimes the moon whispers waves to the pools

and sometimes the water just pulls us along



Words by David Delmar. ©2003



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