Daisies

She smells like daisies,
She smells like daisies,
And I am the grey sailor
standing under the grey skies,
the white ocean around me,
while the evening brine
beats down on my face,
and the stormwater
pours down in my eyes
she is the one-piece,
in this salty desert,
that I quest for.

She smells like daisies,
She smells like daisies,
And I'm the black samurai,
cleaning my black katana,
the blackwood walls around me,
painted by small suns
the afternoon breeze
gently brushes me,
behind the curtains,
clad in white won sam,
I wish I had never
taken that vow.

She smells like daisies,
She smells like daisies,
And I am the white-clad knight,
sitting atop my white horse
in a yellow & white field,
the morning mistral,
grazes my streaked mane,
I see the white clouds,
in the clear blue sky,
she's the white castle,
behind the blue hills that
calls out my name.

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