The Temple

Once upon a time, a girl who looked a lot like me and smelled like me too had to run, run, run -

run away

from all she had built and all she had fashioned for her Self and the Selves of the others for whom she built

When she got tired, she paused

at the Temple

and the Temple paused with her

and one day,

Once upon a time that feels nothing like now, the Temple gave her a chocolate tree and whispered sweet lullabye nothings in her brand new ears

... yesss ... let it go, sweet child ... let it go and it will fly ...

let it fly - let it fly - you don't even have to say goodbye

Now lie here sweet child and let the faeries fly out of your chocolate tree and sing to you the songs they wrote when they first could feel your coming

you can hear it, you know

in the songs of the six teas - they could feel you coming

they knew your gypsy soul would need some rockin'

they could hear that little "something like a bird within [you] sing..."

chocolate tree

chocolate tree

let the music sugar tree rock you to wake up with me

your body is your temple

can your temple rock to sleep with me

sugar tree sugar tree

nothing quite as freely free as sugar from her

chocolate tree