Your Sunshine in My Clay

Your Sunshine in My Clay

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Your sunshine in my silver waters…
Help me remember.
Your sunshine in my silver waters;
your wind blowing clear my eyes;
your rose growing in the gutter,
sweetening desolate streets.
Your silver waters in my clay —
help me remember —
trickling from head to toes
down the core of the soul.
Your wind blowing through my eyes;
your thorns on mountainside roses,
pricking the skin of lovers.
Help me remember.
Your sunshine in my silver waters;
your silver waters in my clay.
Your wind blowing clear my eyes.
Your rose growing in the gutter.
Help me remember…
You.