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Just Stand Still

Been chasing, chasing, for so damn long
Just stand still
Lemme catcha breath
Wait wait
It’s not too late
I can be the one
I can do right
Always over the hill
Always out of sight
Just stand still
Songs are sung
Bells are all rung
Flood my mind
Stop a bit
Why so unkind
Just stand still
Over the hills
Across the sea
What must I do
Why can’t it be me
Just stand still

Candle Light Blazes In Your Eyes

The stout little candle flickered its last
And scuttered out and left the oldster in the dark
He thought he’d attempt the 15th century
And imagine a time of dragons, for a lark

The safety matches safely lit a new wick
And the poet lifted his quill again
Skritter scratch and his lines pricked to life
Another damsel rejects a lonely swain

Refilling the merlot-stained glass
The oldess sat next to her oldster
The muse again amused, the poet grinned
Wishing he hadn’t sold that roadster

Gray hairs and faded eyes
But a mind keen as ever
Maybe he can’t drive
But his lines still tickle clever

Half-passed a candle later
The oldess kissed her oldster
The poet abandoned his quill
Surely, later those lines he’d bolster

Later, the stout little candle flickered its last….