Tell me something I’ve never heard of,
And take me away to somewhere I’ve never been,
Because this sounds like something I faced long ago.
Something I’ve already done and
I’ve already turned away from. You: not the peace
I seek right now. You
Only exhibit what can be seen there.
Maybe this is all too much to ask for.
You cannot be seen here. Lying like this
I will surely fall asleep.
I will fly to somewhere, some place
Where the clouds hover. I am free
To fly around when I dream. Is this charming experience
Only to last until morn?
So now I remember what it was I saw in the rear view mirrors:
The entry way into a summer season brought about by dusk skies and silhouettes of trees.
Oh, get me out of here.
Out of this place!
For I’ve heard of some place across the pond,
It’s got to be better than what we’ve got right here,
And trust me, we’ve got it good.
A place where people live lacking pride, but smiles are abundant.
A place where freedom is not mentioned, but practiced.
A place once riddled with oppression,
A place now riddled with freedom.
It’s never gonna come together.
Clouds overlooking forests full of cottages and wonder.
Let it snow.
Let’s hide our bodies away from harm
And grasp one another.
No one can find us here
Among the trees.
One rose and half of a candy heart.
One quitter, one believer.
The end of a battery, the security savior.
Seas of tearful water.
Wants and needs colliding.
A drive because we had to, but was later needed.
A false scare of mountain lions,
The exhange of thank you’s.
A realization that not a single flower, let alone a rose, stood along that street,
Except for the spot where we shut the engine off,
Battled,
Then became winners because of your fight, your want.
A definite lack of perfection.
We sat there as children, with one side collapsing.
A belief, or lack of one, that I cannot succeed just yet.
I may not be ready.
But I saw in your words, your fight, your truth,
How something great can become magic.
Thank you, my dear, for giving up a fight when all there was inside of me was quit.
I did not think that I was ready.
You deserved not a single tear, let alone a scare, a frown.
You will grow up with me, hand in hand, and we will take on this scary world together.
Stop there.
You’ve no place to go, have you realized?
And the timer runs out.
Your eyes start to water.
You stare in desperation
But where am I going?
I’ve landed here,
On this island,
And I intend to stay.
Don’t worry about me dear.
I’ve got my own back here.
Stay with me and laugh, or cry.
Peace I will bring you.
Can we fly away?
In front of the destruction that occurs around us.
As trees fall and cities collapse, you stand up and laugh.
Smile for me. How I love to see it.
Bring me peace.
What are you doing?
Time to grow up.
Go do something.
Time to wake up.
There’s nothing more frightening than seeing headlights on your side of the road.
I’m cool like that, cooler than this.
But where are we?
What have we done?
We’re so close to the water.
I lost my sight for it, for a second.
Gone, they are, like trucks on empty highways that pinstripe the landscape of the country.
Come back to us, though we don’t need you.
We’ve got something to live for.
Breathe it in.
Only positive from here on.
There’s something so primitive in our civilizations.
We are so lucky.
The lights that gleam from inside the houses scattered atop the city hills look like the glitter gold that overflows so brilliantly over the sides of glorious treasure chests that pirates once battled against each other to possess.
Sleep tonight.
The lights shut off in honor of you.
For a pillow and a dream.
The day has ceased.
So dream the night away.
Look at you.
In the glorious aftermath.
Your eyes are heavy with history.
You saw so much today.
Take it all in and sleep softly.
This is just one more for the books.
And awake!
To a picturesque day.
Where suns dance in the backgrounds of paintings of beaches and sands
And clouds calm you with silver smiles.
Musical notes are sung from the beautiful birds hovering up above
and they echo down below, where the waves crash subtly against your feet.
Hands wrapped around your heart.
The love is taken slow like the pace of wondrous forests.
I could show you a place,
Among the stars and the galaxies,
Hidden away from them.
You must excuse me, but I want you all to myself.
You see, you’re something special
And I’m something selfish… tonight.
You have it. You’ve got it.
In your arms, in your chest, in your heart, in your soul.
I gave to you something I’ve kept.
Locked inside of me.
My heart is in your hands, your mind, your finger tips, your lips.
You always stay close because you care so much.
Why are you so far away from here?
Oceans and lands away from me.
This fireplace trickles along with the best of us.
The music plays on with the best of us.
You heart beats along in rhythm.
I can feel it in your chest, upon mine.
I want to make you feel alive.
Like the beauty you possess.
The beauty that is so glamorous to watch.
I long for you.
You are so far away tonight.
May someone please split the world in half so I can climb around the side to see you.
And after the missing ceases,
After the longing stops,
You will finally be in my arms.
Let’s run away.
To some far away place,
Among a beach and a mountain,
And lay around and stare into each others eyes.
To talk the night away until we fall deep into slumber
And touch hand to hand while we sleep softly, our faces only a fingers length away from one another.
To relax and forget.
So that when we come back
Only we will know what we did.
Our own little secret.
I looked to my left.
She was gleaming with the lights from the buildings on the side of the road.
And as we strolled along quickly to see the fireworks it was as if she moved in slow motion.
She just seemed so natural.
I captured every moment of it.
It was then that I noticed that the theme park brings out something from inside of her,
Just like how she only adds to the beauty of the amusement.
The sights and the sounds and her face in this wonder
only show me something of which we do not speak of.
We just live it and live on and hope for the best.
And maybe I’m blinded by the lights and the smell and the tine,
or maybe I’ve just found her hiding behind it all.
There’s just something about this all.
I didn’t see this coming,
this sort of thing,
though winters in the past have brought me luck.
There must be something in the air this year.
The breeze filled with warm smell of spices in November
And a mystic cloudy gloom in December.
It’s all rather beautiful when put together.
But here I was, wondering what came next.
With so many things in mind,
I felt the need to perfect them,
But instead something has fallen perfectly in my lap.
I didn’t see this coming,
This sort of thing.
It’s all rather beautiful when put together.