To find happiness is to find ignorance
With innocence attached to the seams.
One can’t help but live like a child
If in burden he hides.
Once one pursues the mind
One cannot accept,
And must always wage war
With himself, with the world —
One that knows no end;
Until life runs its course.
I taste the summer in your lips
But the winter in my heart stays
Your cheeks blush like roses in spring
Autumn in me strips it away
Someday, up we will go
somewhere far somewhere south
cross my heart no backing out.
Like Charles Muntz, we’ll explore
hurdle the Pikes Peak,
and Grand canyon too
maybe not Everest but,
’round it, we’ll go.
We will park our clubhouse,
next to the falls,
in a paradise
wherein time it got lost.
“Adventure is out there!”
that is our motto;
The spirit of adventure is strong
unlike my bone – that’s for sure.
You and me, we’ve formed a club
a grape soda badge our logo
and we have your adventure book
to remind us of the places we’ll explore.
Someday, up we will go;
Fly with balloons to the south
somewhere far away,
To paradise falls.
The moon, as bright as it shines,
sits aloof in the dark sky;
Distant stars, afar, align:
Memories that cannot lie.
Hidden secrets of the past
laid bare to the wandering eyes;
a debatable contrast–
words of the oh-so-wise.
I still wake up longing for you
even though you’re buried deep
locked away in my memories
shuffled among unwanted history;
Yet I find your name escaping
the prison that are my lips —
The very same you kissed so gently.
You are now a diamond,
a lost treasure in the sea.
Me, I’m the crashing waves,
crashing my way to the cliffs.
Jacksombre 