A Bifurcated Tale

Sun drawn, under the sky,
We dug in, after most all things

The brine of night and the butter knifes
Sang the grains of light.

Liberty, watched as the glass round
Your neck, caught our eyes

In all the angles and relations
There are so many emulations
Of our hobby and our hearts
Of our hobby and our hearts

In all the ways to be divided
It’s ideal that we collided
In our hobbies and our hearts
In our hobbies and our hearts

Lucinda and your summer hair,
all soft and bright

We walked along the avenue
of a 1000’s smiles

The feathered Wink of altitude
gave up our miles

On the path that we did find
It’s so lucky to have aligned
In our hobbies and our hearts
In our hobbies and our hearts

Sharp as a whisper in the dark
and never to be split apart
In our hobby and our hearts
In our hobby and our hearts