Economy of Time
Addicted to love, addicted to life
The centre of your attention
And the chill above the lamplight
Alike the the sanctity
Of small things, tender born
And plucked when ripe
The lining of young reveries
Still holding to their doubts
And the secret words that end all hurts
Within economy of time
A joy for being that’s overseen
By the jealous autumn night
And the breath upon the window
Eddied by a stream of conscious flight
There’s much to stay and learn from you
But my feelings have all the might:
My clarity gave charity to the kingdom
Of a foolish, yearning heart
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