The days in the daylight
Follow me around
Now that the darkness is done
It has had it's time
And time and a half it was
But now it has been and gone
And I can barely breathe
With excitement or trepidation
Or maybe both
The days in the daylight
Sing to me
Like some forgotten dream of tomorrow
Like time, unused, just waiting to be seen
In the haze of a foggy dew
Or the field after the grass is cut
The days of daylight spread out the landscape beneath me
In bright color or foggy pastels
Depending on the evening
They are home to me
A home that will always be
Where the land meets the lake
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