It has been quite a ride.
Softly spoken
words, flew out of trap-doors
Holding every
syllable to its definite sense
Of all the things that could have been
said, we said,
"Not Today"
The storm was rolling
in from the east
Dark clouds descended upon
me, and you where there
I couldn't imagine it
any other way,
I began to dream
of a word to settle
the thunder
the fright
Along the lines of grey
you came to me
with an answer so simple
yet unheard of
I couldn't imagine it
any other way,
I began to think, for a second
was too late
When I did awake
I turned to you, to say,
"OK"
But, you were gone
to another day
words, flew out of trap-doors
Holding every
syllable to its definite sense
Of all the things that could have been
said, we said,
"Not Today"
The storm was rolling
in from the east
Dark clouds descended upon
me, and you where there
I couldn't imagine it
any other way,
I began to dream
of a word to settle
the thunder
the fright
Along the lines of grey
you came to me
with an answer so simple
yet unheard of
I couldn't imagine it
any other way,
I began to think, for a second
was too late
When I did awake
I turned to you, to say,
"OK"
But, you were gone
to another day