Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two
Where summers lasted longer than, longer than we do
When nothing really mattered except for me to be with you
But in time we all forgot and we all grew…
~*~
Oh, she’s a handsome melody
Singing as butterflies
Shimmer down her lips and
Leave traces of soft kisses behind
The wind tastes like summer
When that girl makes up her mind
And oh, she just reminds me
Of the dancing willow tree
In the daffodil garden
That we used to count the stars in
Like the seconds of eternity
As the hazy veil of smoke obscures
The beliefs and milestones we observed
Under a faithless smile
Of neverminds and lost boys awhile
A lemonade serenade
A penny for your thoughts
Your citrus heart may be bitter
But I’m coming back for more
And if the autumn leaves don’t rain
Your firework eyes will remain
Chartreuse grass wilts with a touch
But I don’t think your bloom was too much
So laugh along with me
And with the stubborn weather
We’ll catch a painted reverie
With our open palms and fragile fingers
And find our way back home
And let the world sing our songs
.
Oh, she’s a handsome melody
Imagining new colours as she walks
Leaving lavenders behind her
Spilling sunshine when she talks
As the sunset buries itself in her hair
Clashing scarlet and the darkness
On the tangled ribbons that she wears
We have what-ifs and perhaps
And slow motions in a time lapse
The birds that nest themselves in the clouds
Are halo dreams we don’t say aloud
Oh, if paradise must not be you
I won’t bet my cosmic dust that it’s true
Toss a coin all the way to the moon
To see if evening falters soon
Northern lights explode in pastel stage
Baby blue against ancient beige
Of the sepia films we worn down watching
With butter eyes and late-night flings
The memories and pinkish stains
Of sugar canes and rusty weathervanes
Capturing skeletal affinities
In ochre negatives and perfect peach skins
But if your camera doesn’t wink back
I’ll fetch you a canvas and a paintbrush
Let the fairies light our way home
And let the world sing our songs
.
Oh, she’s a handsome melody
That whistling pirouette of a symphony
At the back of your thoughts
Cotton and silk voices singing reminiscently
Melting the headache with a cough
Simplifying the sea for me
The ocean waves flood my ducky umbrella
And we will sail on a little boat
In a rustic countryside river
As pleasant zephyr makes her shiver
On a sluggish Sunday afternoon
Let’s toast the scenery with our spoon
And hope not to tease the playful downpour
Of a melancholy foreign storm
Patient throes of our drizzling repose
I’ll be her divine capricorn
Let’s look for our cabin in the woods
Careful not to swallow cobwebs
When the rusty door creaks open and before
She tiptoes in her yellow Mary Janes
Around the silence of the wooden floorboards
And we’ll light the chandelier
With pink peppermint-scented candles
And warm the sooty old fireplace together
And if the scarecrows don’t disturb us
Tapping faint on the windowsill
We’ll count calendar days on our way home
And let the world sing our songs
.
Oh, she’s a handsome melody
My dear spinning music box ballerina
Found her missing puzzle piece
Under bronze cogs and silver machines
Hid away a lost golden promise
She’s like accidental poetry
The clandestine sonata under my bed
With her jewelry elegance and pretty mouths
And billowing scarves of vivacious red
As she dances to the march of broken clocks
She’s as memorial and as divine
As an overused book spine
The lilting laugh of the chimes
Her curlicues of static giving you vertigo
On an afternoon station of a radio
We’ll find an obscure carnival
And fly along like entangled kites
Drop our car keys on the berg of the pier
Toast wine and champagne all night
Visit each stall and play silly stuffed toy games
Dizzying in carousels and ferris wheels
Have a repast of friends and pageants
I’ll hail her as the crown princess of the hill
But the galaxies in her ice cream cone
Chilled her to the ivory bone
I’ll tuck a blanket around her shoulders
Perched delicately like mockingbird feathers wise
Dissolving traces of an efflorescent heliotrope of a smile
And smudged ink on her drowsy eyes
We’ll sleep the horizon night
And if the blue coast doesn’t close away
We’ll go back and have our swan song someday
Of our eternal farewells to the summer
That wouldn’t exist, we’ll stay that way forever
And if this love isn’t enough to put your fears at ease
The innocence will be yours to keep
And if we don’t find our way back home
We’ll let the world sing our songs.
~*~
Your melody sounds as sweet as the first time it was sung
With a little bit more character for show
And by the time your father’s heard of all the wrong you’ve done
Then I’m putting out the lantern, find your own way back home…