Denmark

Denmark (schelzel) Like mist or a daydream Made of substance Can you feel it? Buildings brown of a gray downtown In the twilight Can you see it? Photographs Typographs In the papers did you read it? Stop and blink Just what would you think In the meantime does it matter much at all? Denmark came and denmark marked my soul Songs for a real crowd in a cafe Full of listeners Know your tongue And they know your man In the crowd now did ya see her Airplanes Window panes Misting up the viewpoint Stop and blink As i stop to think I wonder would i miss her much at all Denmark came and denmark marked my soul Muse for damp heart In a country living softly Countless walks on a timeless way In a body Filled with coffee Poetry Irony Of the moment Can you hear it? Stop and blink As i stop to think I wonder will i miss this much at all?