Idol

The play of his magical light
Distracted my senses and sight

I should know better
When streams of silver water
Flowed right out from her pitcher

Coloured lights
Paper kites
Like scenes of old Japan

Ribbons that
Trail from her hand

The play of his magical space
Framed her kissable face

I should know better
When streams of silver water
Flowed right out from her pitcher

Coloured lights
Paper kites
Like scenes of old Japan

Ribbons that
Trail from her hand

I should know better
When streams of silver water
Flowed right out from her pitcher