Quite walks thru passages of time
as the holy one whispers the names written on the wall
and the voices of angels sing as he touches the cold stone
of ages inside the marbled hall.
Subway trains and flashing lights are the colors of the night
While street signs painted in shades of Destiny
Hang silently beneath my sight
All things for sale are surely given away
While I walk thru passages of time,
Surrender all your pennies for a life you cannot buy,
As the reflection in the wishing well smiles and waves good-bye.
another train slowly passes by.
And the passengers in the windows stare into my eyes
While the conductor whispers his lonely cry
then fades into the colors of the night.
you say you love me
but I'm always so far away
if I could I would give you the sun and moon
but I wish I could fly.
the world turns and time goes by so fast
God I wish I could fly
I'd show you the things that I dream
and the places that we've been
because your always here with me.
it's cool outside and the summer has turned to fall
and I could tell you easily just how much you mean to me
but I wish I could fly
I'd show you all the things inside of me and the most special thing is you
God I wish I could fly.
even thru this as I see it the day
comes heart ache and happiness
and the idea that one is right
while the arrow finds its way.
straight thru the heart while days stand still
wild horses run into the night
but still the blind see what they will
with blackened visions sealed with touch, scent and sound
a hand full is taken and thrown to the ground.
better they stand than hide and accept what has been given
things that have been stolen from their sight
for treasures and dreams the thoughts of many bleed
and leave memories on forests floors beneath gold and amber leafs.
the tranquil pain of crying eyes falls one tear at a time
with no direction to find its path no one will remember
the archer or how the aero found its way
into a thought so blind in a place so far away.
Jeff Nesvig is a writer living in San Diego, California.