Sharing horizons that are new to us.
Watching the signs along the way.
Talking it over just the two of us
We've only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
And yes, we've just begun.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
It's what you do to me..
The rains carry a scent.
A feeling of familiarity and sense of security.
The days so long and arid,
A blink in the drizzle
And the mind skips a beat.
They align themselves on my windowpane,
Stirring ahead and falling behind
Some a little smaller and some a little fatter
Yet all so beautiful.
My eyes twinkle and my lips seal a secret
Like a raindrop travels a mighty way down and ends with a splash
No one knows where it's left it mark but you can smell it in the air
It's there, somewhere, everywhere.
When a thousand miles seem pretty far,
there's rain, it's here and there.
They're our planes, our trains and our cars
When walking seems too far.
They're a clear spot,
A new beginning to every morning
An ending shadow
A monsoon of celebration.
A feeling of familiarity and sense of security.
The days so long and arid,
A blink in the drizzle
And the mind skips a beat.
They align themselves on my windowpane,
Stirring ahead and falling behind
Some a little smaller and some a little fatter
Yet all so beautiful.
My eyes twinkle and my lips seal a secret
Like a raindrop travels a mighty way down and ends with a splash
No one knows where it's left it mark but you can smell it in the air
It's there, somewhere, everywhere.
When a thousand miles seem pretty far,
there's rain, it's here and there.
They're our planes, our trains and our cars
When walking seems too far.
They're a clear spot,
A new beginning to every morning
An ending shadow
A monsoon of celebration.
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