Pieces of thoughts that run thru my head
Move in circles repeating each piece
And for a price I’ll tell them all to you.
I need something to eat
Food for thought in a world so hungry and blind
Give me your time, lend me an ear
And I will tell you things your imagination longs to hear.
Stories of the future or days that have come to pass
Everything you’ve ever wondered, every feeling you’ve ever had
I have them all and they’re waiting here for you, anything you want.
She closed her eyes and ran her stories thru my mind
I could feel her hunger begin to grow
She is feeding on my dreams, I’ve paid the price
Now tell it all to me.
The ashes of yesterday have been set free
Picked up by the wind and carried away
This day will start a new beginning
Shaking hands can touch the sun and feel its warm embrace.
She says she catches butterflies
She keeps them inside a jar
They fly around her memories like little shooting stars.
In other times of this illusion we all know where to fall
While the voices of many faces echo thru the walls
And we dance to the sounds of a wooden flute
She keeps inside her dreams.
Playing the song of eastern winds as lotus blossoms fall
The eyes of enchanted children wait for the night to call
And in this place we wait for each other to keep us from the cold.
And when the butterflies have been set free
She will sound the valley floor
Telling all that love has come to call.
There is a single cup sitting on the dining room table
The sliding glass door is open and the sun is just above the trees
The smell of coffee fills the morning air
And the new day begins to breathe.
Sleepy eyes look across the room
As she sits next to her coffee in her floral silk robe she says a little prayer.
Each new day is a new adventure that she can hardly believe
So many things to do, so many things to see
She wants to experience them all, but most of all
She wants to experience them with me
How did I ever deserve this.
She will pour me a cup of coffee and call my name out loud
And I will sleep through it all until the sun light begins to enter the room
She is a dream to me, so please just let me sleep.
We count our blessings one day at a time
And each new blessing is held in our hearts
Like a jewelry box full of dreams and time we hold it close with thankful prayer.
Yes my love, this one is for you
A thank you for all that you say and do
A thank for the love you give, all I can is simply that I love you.
Jeff Nesvig is a writer living in Florida.