You are my Friend
You are the Lover in my Dreams
You weave among the meadow flowers
You soar above the city towers
You swoop to fix the fledgling bird
You see a rabbit and by reflex swerve
You kiss me with such tenderness
Your kiss I return like an arrow so true
Your love our love takes away our blues
I give to you my heart
I give to you my soul
I know you will give me tenderness
I know your heart is gold
I know you'll lie by the river for me
I know you'll do all to make us see
I know we'll see the beauty in curiosity
I know we'll live in love's strange liberty
I know we'll flow in the skies and we'll see
We will see
We'll see the swallow swooping
We'll hear the hyena laughing
And it's silhouette swooning
Laughing at the moon
Laughing at the moon
Hyena don't care, laughing at the moon
We will see
Yeah, we'll see again
A compromise here, a compromise there
A young whippersnapper sat naked on the stairs
AJ Buttle Oct 2010
1 comment:
Jonathan,
Such pure and lovely words that seem so solid, full of life and promises. Sometimes, when you write I do not simply see words-instead I see a movie reel playing before my eyes. Your words are so tangible, so three dimensional-as if I could simply whisk them up and put them in my pocket.
I do so miss your work. I can understand needing a muse. I cannot create without one, so for now I do not create.
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