Leave the grey in your golden hair.
Leave the haze in the morning.
Leave the fire.
Leave the red fire in the lover's heart.
Leave the old trees, all, in the forest.
Leave your big plans in the back of your mind.
Leave the unknown in the miracle.
Leave the dark souls in their criminal minds.
Leave the sad looks at the funeral and leave the pure, the calm, the endless quietness that we've found in you.
Leave the green on your soiled white shoes.
Leave the words off the blank page.
Leave the genius.
Leave the real genius in the paddered room.
Leave the moonlight in the night sky.
Leave the wrinkles on your father's face.
