Come and make me feel like I used to,
on those cooling late summer days,
as the apprehension of impending autumn
turned my belly into noodling knots.
Come and sing me a song.
Be the sunshine burning through
the mist around me.
Give me clarity, give me meaning,
as azure day slips slowly down
into the silky lilac of dusk,
waxing slowly into midnight velvet,
I am still restless.
Sing me a song.
Make me feel that way,
the way I felt
before I knew
the things I know.
Send me to sleep.