The JourneyThe JourneyTwo cans and a stringWeigh so much more Than words and beadsAnd sunlit backyard -- Sea full of sharks And pirate shipsAnd mermaid that so rarely dipsHer beauty into stormy wavesA rocking horse Will ever gallop a lot fasterThan the wildest of buffalosAnd maybe even wind itself -- Carrying smoke signalsAnd poisoned arrowsAlong with battle cries Of sons of tomahawkTwo chairs and blanket From my bed The safest home We ever had -- An impregnable fortressCastle with feather wallsMade for one princess And one knightBubbles are diamondsFed by breathAnd if we likeWe can grow wingsWhile planning journeyI
Bridge Over The RiverBridge Over The RiverUnderneath the stone bridge an ice-cold river flowsSometimes it's ferocious and sometimes rather calmCarrying days and years of world into the distanceIts strand is to the bridge what humans are to each otherRoute to its end seems strangely intoxicatingOver the icy river a stone bridge spansForever binding two shores with a gray ribbonJust like heart contains both grief and joyThe bridge stands firm, even though the river's driving forwardFor world of wonders we always look on the other sideEven though bridge locks the river and river undermines the bridgeIt's just stone and cold water embracing on
FayrouzFayrouzYour soul is silent but not stillLike storm upon lavender hillIt comes from where wild horses runTo find the place where sleeps the sunWarm winter nights go darker blueJust like the peace I find in youTogether we sail heaven's plainsDirection changes, aim remainsSky's wastelands and your ebony eyesLead me where passion multipliesThere we can hear the seahorse singAnd find the price of everythingSands of time swallow human fateSweet juicy flesh is just a baitFor star-dust from the milky wayTomorrow's memories to repay"Love knows no border" I've been told...Just two warm palms heart to uphold,Eye of
Vanilla CranesVanilla CranesThe light of day cuts pretty masksOut of stuff way too colourfulAnd glues them on faces of menWho then stomp chessboard with their feetIn brothels red lanterns do shineGates there kept open, welcomingChildren to find their way back homeTo the tower of BabylonPockets and wallets resonateWith choirs and gospels of the changeDreaming of freedom and revengeWho lives by coin, by coin shall dieYou ask me "Why do birds have wings,When sons of mortal men can fly...?"I guess we humans aim too highBefore sun laughs us in the faceSo is there any happy placeExcept for our enchanted realmWhere love with
Too Late Too SoonToo Late Too SoonKindness delayedKnocks on dirty windowsWith curtains frayedShielding vanquished esteemBrightness repaid Among weeping willowsWith sun will fadeLike does dime's golden gleamMany a tearA man's life do alterPiling up yearsFor a funeral pyreIn name of fearEvery other fool faltersUnlike the searSetting memories on fire
EnvelopedEnvelopedI still carry your kiss Within my palmThe only evidence You've ever existedThe clothes in the wardrobeCould very well be Someone else'sJust like the carParked on our driveway;The golf sticks and fishing rodsAnd that stupid straw hat I never liked...Along with the forever muddy bootsIt could have been another manWho pretended Not to have forgottenEvery other anniversaryTulip bouquets don't wear name tagsNor do colognesBut the kiss came from youOf that I'm sure
Yellow Mocking-birdYellow Mocking-birdA chain of milestonesFractured into lacesA yellow mocking-bird Is keeping their accountsMy feet are singingRoad is runningTo meet its fate and take a sneak peekBeyond the shoulders of giantsTheir silhouettes cast mist on The moisture of sweet valleysA myth to love of men Who come for mining goldRiver keeps flowingDays black and freckled like your loveShine through the cloudscapeDividing doves into feathersBliss testified and multipliedBy clock ticking too loudWith that you tend to argueOver our time it stealsOur hands are touchingAlthough my present is your pastColours of your t
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