for the Laughing Daffodil Only the lonely bones within the skin Paperwhite narcissus paper thin Having gotten up somehow getting down Out in the desert now getting brown The rising and the falling of the chest Like empires east and west like the rest And in the end what does anything mean? Only the moments lonely between Here I am now no matter what I do Where nothing means something without you But I think about you and there you Are (what I think I like best about you) In the presence of absence I find The Daffodil is laughing in my mind Never far away though far apart The Daffodil is blooming in my heart +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII