Sometimes
in the middle of the night
I sit in the middle of my country
in the middle of my state
in the middle of my town
in the middle of my neighborhood
in the middle of my house
in the middle of my room
in the middle of my bed
wondering
what the hell happened to my life?
and how the hell did I get here?
and as a matter of fact,
who the hell am I
and
what the hell am I planning to do
with the rest of my life?

Sitting on the swing
The old boards begin to creek
I slowly lean over
And softly kiss your cheek

The fireflies so many
Their glow fills up the sky
I brush your hair back
And look you deeply in the eye

The silvery moonlight
Perfectly accents your face
Using *******
Softly I did trace

Crickets rhythmically chirping
A perfect serenade
A night just for lovers
For us it must be made

I thought I'd take a chance
On such a night like this
Holding your head in my hand
Those lips I'd finally kiss

One kiss turned to two
Another turned to three
Right by your side
That's where I'd always be

How many stars in the sky
This I'll never know
When they all stop shining
That's when I'll let you go

My love for you
is like the
tenacious dandelion
no matter
how many times
you cut me down
I'll be back...

The setting sun inspires me
to settle all my affairs of the day
to let all stresses fade away
into the deep velvet purple sky
and allowing all the daily problems
to disappear silently into the horizon