For Sara

For Sara

Oh, Sara Sara, oh,
     in your warm voice 
          I see
You as you are, I feel
          you free.
Your hands, they deal
     the cards, they hold
          the key,
     they paint my day,
     for they unfold to a
          degree
     the layers to my heart
          carefree?
In early morning
          coffee....

Oh, Sara Sara, oh,
My warm eye paints 
          you red:
A colour full of love.
We are no saints, but
          that said,
I hold you high above
     the crowd, a dragon,
          I bet.
You smile, you love
     dragons as do I,
          you had
     one just for you.

Oh, Sara Sara, oh
          we fly
     above the crowd, you
          and I.
But now I let you glide,
          don't cry.
How masterfully you ride
          the sky.
How free you drift,
          How high.


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May 11, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White