The Landing

Lyrics to Song

He Looked Up

He Looked Down

Then He Spun Himself Around

 

He Felt High

He Felt Low

Wasn't Sure Which Way To Go

 

Confusing State

But He Was There

On The Landing Of The Stair

 

Was He Going Up Or Down?

Wearing Smiles Or Just A Frown?

Sometimes Dreams Hold Magic Power

Giving Hope With Every Hour

 

She Was Up

She Was Down

She Spun Slowly All Around

 

She Felt High

She Felt Low

Always Moving With The Flow

 

Conflicted State

But She Was There

On The Landing Of The Stair

 

Was She Going Up Or Down?

Wearing Smiles Or Just A Frown?

Sometimes Dreams Hold Magic Power

Giving Hope With Every Hour

 

They Walked Up

Or Was It Down?

Projecting Smiles, Erasing Frowns

 

They Felt High

They Felt Low

Holding Hands They Stole The Show

 

It Didn't Matter Much To Them

It Didn't  Matter Where They've Been

Livin' Their Dreams With Magic Power

Sharing Love Each Passing Hour

Reviews

[Diamond]

I love this poem for various reasons but one I would like to make a note of a message here, that grabbed my attention. As to how a partnership between a wife and husband is supposed to be. Erasing the thin but strong line of ego and complimenting each other, there by fulfilling the value of their togetherness. Though unfortunate things do happen, ultimately one has to endeavor to leave no stone unturned to keep a relationship.

[Mehameha]

Thank you for reading and commenting. This piece came out so fast. It shocked me. Even the music that goes with it flowed right with it, fast paced Alternative rock, like a Green Day song. Not my choice of music, but that is how it came out.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the story told in the poetry.
"It Didn't Matter Much To Them
It Didn't Matter Where They've Been
Livin' Their Dreams With Magic Power
Sharing Love Each Passing Hour"
Life take us to many places. The above lines are true. When two make the journey. Both will know peace and joy. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Mehameha]

Believe it or not there is music to this. I am 56 but somehow this came out as a fast-pace alternative rock number. I don't even like that style, ha, ha. But took fifteen minutes to write and follows standard record producers criteria and format style for a song that would be acceptable for radio. Less than three minutes, simple short easy to memorize lyrics. Still very weird for me. Thanks for reading and commenting.

[Coyote Poetry]

I will be 58 soon. Good to have memories and days of song. You ain't done yet. Good life mean good story to tell and write. Please send me read requests. I work a terrible job. But I'm on line once daily. You are welcome.