Drifting (Tiffany's Song)

Words from a broken heart

Drifting (Tiffany's Song)

The honey moisture on her lips
Drew an airy breath with ease
And swept the dark haired boy away;
Brushing his heavy doubts aside
To plant a pair of wings instead.

Leaving the ground, he drifted
Towards some milky stars
Singing in the dark, eyes blinded
By her luminous visage
Ingrained upon his stubborn chest.

How the fool denounced all misery
And chased her snowy hand:
Stumbling through the aging night
For a chance to feel the warmth
Of her earthly radiance!

Scarlett chimes and naked thoughts
Escaped the confines of his words
As he poured his introspections
Into the blossoming basin
Of her youthful ears.

But dressed in a delicate grace,
She struck the longing poet down;
Laid waste to his growing wings
And left him by the marble docks
In a crowded heap of tangled dreams

So as the hours age to years
And years age to eternity,
You'll find the drunken painter lost
In the occasional foreign sound
Of that nectar female voice.