As the daisies were gathered
around the fountain of whispers
longing to the dewy days
where love was easy
to come by
moans were so breezy
the soul's going so crazy
trying to catch the moondance
Pretending to be a storm
to cover the glow with haze
the map to unseen mazes
where the heart longs to be
a halo longs to its shadow
hearts to their murmurs
Mesmerized by the light
so frail to fight
just like a fading might
when it goes out of sight
As the daisies were gathered
to bloom and blossom
into the friends color
they might calm
an ocean jettisoned
by its own waves
As the daisies were gathered
into the unborn dawn
gone missing
along with the swan feather
As the daisies were gathered
into oblivion
into another gathering
that never took place
to mourn passers by
undecided to go or stay
just like the season's mist
when it goes awry
