Direct my thoughts to other things,
The warming curl against my back,
As truth lies waiting in the wings.
The playful days of chasing string,
The endless purr of velvet black,
Direct my thoughts to other things.
Pale rose-pink tongue, fine claws that cling
Along the limbs of trees and back,
As truth lies waiting in the wings.
Light-footed leaps, the spirit sings,
Pursues a scent through grassy tracks,
Direct my thoughts to other things.
Time stops: and fading paw-prints spring.
Forever friend, no loss, no lack,
As truth lies waiting in the wings.
Think on these days, the smile they bring,
I never really learned the knack,
Direct my thoughts to other things
As truth lies waiting in the wings.
