THE FADING BLUE
© Cynthia Hilts

I left one golden hair on the floor by your music stand
You'll find me there later
You'll be practicing scales and arpeggios and
Get bored and look down from that paper

There I'll be, one lonely strand
Maybe you'll start to cry
Hold me lightly in your hand
The days go by

I left a trace of amber in your Levi jacket I borrowed
The fragrance of eastern mystics and me
You'll put that coat on to go for springrolls tomorrow
The sweetness will rush you like the sea

I'll be waves around you, soft
Maybe you'll start to cry
The lingering scent may soon be lost
The days go by

I left one lullaby with the star of evening last night
She'll sing it at sunset for you
I'll be finding a hotel in some other country's twilight
While Venus echoes on from the fading blue

She'll be chanting with my voice
Maybe you'll start to cry
Time alone's the wisest choice
I said goodbye
The days go by