...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of

wild and simple joy

invisable to eyes, now...

I wander the meadow grass

the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning
sunlight

the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...

and you come running
spectral through the mist,

I walk lonely fields

comes across the hill

a bluebird singing
the red ribbon in her hair

in the pale moonlight
hold me

softly In the pale moonlight
                                                       ­ 
sweet summer breeze
a fire in her heart

gentle summer breeze
and the ribbon comes undone

there is a love
that waits  in pale moonlight

no shinning light

ambulances and cop cars and nightmares
concrete and ashes 

streets too dead for dreaming

the abandon buildings
like tombstones waiting


as night edges prison walls
in the vanishing landscape

we were kings of the neon sky


and when the bars close
through puddles of lost tomorrows
running every red light
on main street

in a sun turned black as night


we were the kings of the neon sky

There's a wasteland in every heart

     that awaits to be cultivated

     with love, patience and due regard

     an oasis of beauty and joy will be rewarded

City drenched in rain

scenes appear like silhouettes

coloured umbrellas

Birds perch on old rock

as emerald tides close in

a new day is born

falling in love with you
is like cliff jumping into the ocean.
falling into the depths within;
sinking so deep, forgetting i could swim.  

falling in love with you
is like sitting by a campfire.
holding me in your arms
as the warm flames reached higher.

falling in love with you
is like sitting and counting the stars.
each one having more meaning than the last;
connecting a map taking us all the way to Mars.

falling in love with you
is like blasting music and driving fast.
singing out of key and loosing our voices;
both of us wanting these moments to last.

falling in love with you is memorable.
and these memories are mine to keep forever.