Astral Lotus

You would want to love her, As soon as you heard her speak. Astral's always just so close. But never is she within reach. When I first met the girl, She just broke up with a bottle of wine. Fixing up her broken world, Trying to patch all of the holes in her mind. And you've always been my favorite muse. And old soul, a bohemian heart. I wanna take you everywhere, Loving you is like making art. We could be lovers, Or we could be just friends. Always coming in and out of my life. Like sound Eastern wild wind. And like the poet, sages of old Time will provide whatever you seek. You're more alive than anyone I know. So full of love and so unique. And you've always been my favorite muse. More divine with everyday. Little Lotus, give me something I can use. Nothing's worse than when you go away.