Think of how really bored
bored bored you must be
to dream of Breathing
to dream of something so simple
as to draw in the breath of life
and then when you consider
that all the time spent
breathing has been held irrelevant
to you
Once I dreamed of love
and romance
pitter patter raindrops fall
roses sniffed over aged brandy
feelings that would fill a room
life filled with the satisfaction
of knowing someone cares for you
Concentrating on the real
as I believed it always should be
hugs and kisses
filled the emotion
of a bygone era
and forgotten men
Trying to make the time for me
as happy as love could make it
private jokes
quiet moments
sharing between the two of friends
that lovers should evolve from
Thinking
of a simple smile
that brightened up the days so dreary
and the anxious for tomorrow
when I'd see it for the first time
again
But all of that is not now
and instead of thinking of you
and crying myself to sleep each night
I dream of breathing
Breathing.
bored bored you must be
to dream of Breathing
to dream of something so simple
as to draw in the breath of life
and then when you consider
that all the time spent
breathing has been held irrelevant
to you
Once I dreamed of love
and romance
pitter patter raindrops fall
roses sniffed over aged brandy
feelings that would fill a room
life filled with the satisfaction
of knowing someone cares for you
Concentrating on the real
as I believed it always should be
hugs and kisses
filled the emotion
of a bygone era
and forgotten men
Trying to make the time for me
as happy as love could make it
private jokes
quiet moments
sharing between the two of friends
that lovers should evolve from
Thinking
of a simple smile
that brightened up the days so dreary
and the anxious for tomorrow
when I'd see it for the first time
again
But all of that is not now
and instead of thinking of you
and crying myself to sleep each night
I dream of breathing
Breathing.
A little bit of rain
a whole lot of sunshine
some hate
but lots more caring
some now
and all of forever
fear
and the courage of another
that is love to me
Wet and wild
dry and spirtual
a short cold and lonely
to better appreciate the warmth
a concern for someone's future
theat becomes more than a concern
a breath blown behind a kiss
a gentle touch that says yes
that is love to me
Perfection is a dream
that walks the streets like me
and all my desires become
that of the other
living for the moment
so that forever never arrives
patient in the need
yet urgent in desire
that is love to me
a whole lot of sunshine
some hate
but lots more caring
some now
and all of forever
fear
and the courage of another
that is love to me
Wet and wild
dry and spirtual
a short cold and lonely
to better appreciate the warmth
a concern for someone's future
theat becomes more than a concern
a breath blown behind a kiss
a gentle touch that says yes
that is love to me
Perfection is a dream
that walks the streets like me
and all my desires become
that of the other
living for the moment
so that forever never arrives
patient in the need
yet urgent in desire
that is love to me
Wondering about that dream
that which fluttered
at the edge of my awareness for
oh so long
and seemed forever just out of my
grasp
With each passing moment
the boy becomes a man
a man that is the extension
of all that which made the boy a treasure
that even you admit you noticed
and so came the passing of our time
Come with me if you will
and use your imagination
the one we shared over a poem
wayback remember when
a boquet of roses and some music
set to soothe the very essense of our soul
a smile like old familiar
and the look our eyes used to have
the patter of the raindrop on the windowpane
a feelign that came only by the touching
of the soul and the knowledge
the someone loves you for being you
and asks nothing in return
a pleasant feeling
not denying this rememberance
even in the slighest
let it touch you like it did then
That dream of mine
the everlasting love dream
at the edge of my awareness
and heart's breath from my existence
yet a million miles away
that which fluttered
at the edge of my awareness for
oh so long
and seemed forever just out of my
grasp
With each passing moment
the boy becomes a man
a man that is the extension
of all that which made the boy a treasure
that even you admit you noticed
and so came the passing of our time
Come with me if you will
and use your imagination
the one we shared over a poem
wayback remember when
a boquet of roses and some music
set to soothe the very essense of our soul
a smile like old familiar
and the look our eyes used to have
the patter of the raindrop on the windowpane
a feelign that came only by the touching
of the soul and the knowledge
the someone loves you for being you
and asks nothing in return
a pleasant feeling
not denying this rememberance
even in the slighest
let it touch you like it did then
That dream of mine
the everlasting love dream
at the edge of my awareness
and heart's breath from my existence
yet a million miles away
A princess
in the eyes of all that behold
moving with
the grace of angels
and the majesty
of nature's finest creation
a moment to bask in the glory
and I shall be satisfied
but only
for more
Slowly I turn
my eyes raking in the full glory
my senses
basking in the full essence
and I suddenly realize
the power
in a simple smile
and the concern
in a simple question
the innocence
in her eyes
I shudder
Fire burns
deep within
and see desire for excitement
in her every movement
a will to do
a heart to see
in the eyes of all that behold
moving with
the grace of angels
and the majesty
of nature's finest creation
a moment to bask in the glory
and I shall be satisfied
but only
for more
Slowly I turn
my eyes raking in the full glory
my senses
basking in the full essence
and I suddenly realize
the power
in a simple smile
and the concern
in a simple question
the innocence
in her eyes
I shudder
Fire burns
deep within
and see desire for excitement
in her every movement
a will to do
a heart to see