Sights and Feelings

Tell me if what you see is the same as what I see.

I see seas and shining stars, trolley cars, and what's in between.

Candy cane, sugar cane, and all sorta of traffic lanes. 

Love that falls apart to grow again, a healing type of medicine.

An ocean that spans a billion deserts, a bird with every vibrant feather.

The sky above and all it's glory, crashing through to another allegory story.

Big bands with crowds in the stand, loved ones holding hands, distant far off lands.

The world not for what it is, but all that it could be, with you and me.

Tell me if what you feel is the same as what I feel.

I feel butterflies, that turn to wasps when I'm alone at night, that gives way to unnecessary fright.

The heat from the sun, and the cold in my heart, that tries to start the warmth again.

Your hand in mine, as the passage of time gives way to night and day, April to May.

The weight of the world as responsibility grows like the roots below the deepest grove.

Water cascade from the sky as we say goodbye to the lives and lies of the past.

Concern for the future in front of me, and what it means to not be me, but us.

My world that could soon be our world, with a growing feeling, that sends me reeling.

If what you see is all that I see,

And what you feel what I feel.

Then maybe, perhaps

We could be something all too real.