Loralei slept in a house by the sea,
she walked the shores at night
a basket full of flowers and tranquility
she dropped the flowers at her feet
And Loralei she lived alone
In a small house by the Sea.
No one left but her, at dawn,
By herself and humming a song
When she was young
her friends would come
At night they watched the sky
Making faces in the shapes
of clouds as they go by
Clowns and priests
Blankets and sheets
Dusty road, the countryside
a languid codeine afternoon
And Loralei was gone.
In one thought and out another,
It endless rigadoon
The suns and faces in the clouds
The wind will take the clouds tomorrow
The carousel is slow, and by,
Fades out with the neon lights
None of them lasted for long.
brandon the writer | author & staff writer for sir swag 