Spaaace

There’s a moon, shimmering ever so freely

There’s a sky, that bends around the world

There’s a tree, that dances in the breeze

There’s a world, out there, just for you and me

     Where would it all go now, should you leave
     What would I say to you, if I knew where to be
     Where would you be happy, if not wild and free?
     Who could ask for more, this must be a dream

     A flight of fancy, across the chattering rocks

     A taking of time, that’s not on the clocks

Crystal trees grow onto an endless forest, enveloping the morning dew

Cascading it across a virgin landscape, dancing up the ledges and away

There’s said to be travelers in those hills that someone never found

Vast, antiquities of a cleaner time roam and plot I the hedgerows

They scarcely find themselves without chattering eyes

Drooped down and around the town, a sunlit wonderment fills the room

Children go out to play

There’s a speaker here, he sings when delivering importance

     “Today, my children a great day is cast upon the dice!

     Somewhere, children are born.

     Somewhere, they grow old.

     Somewhere, they die

but here in this revelry, don’t you dare tell me it’s a lie

I’ve found the temple and truth flung far from the sky

ageless children, needing of nothing but the light

You’ll tell me your secrets, while I still have time.”

      Cool, calm, calculating murder

      with blood streaked bones, dashing away

      Strangers hands stealing the day

      Red vengeance seeps, flowing, crashing against eternal shores

     Treasure seeker, still seeking for his timeless cure.

So, we pack up, rack up and travel light

Tonight is time of the forbidden flight

Do you have the brew, from the steel trap pot

Careful, slithering down it’ll give you a shot

     Take a wild ride, with the craven highway

     Disco lights flashing from a bubble biplane

     Youth fueled fires blazin’ a trail

     roundabout a way, skippin through hell

They say, the rhythm of music is what life strives to be

Thumping,

beating,

slowly forming into it’s form

Like water, down the river, forward for the shore

I forgot where I was going with this.