(slow dreamy song)
I used to watch us dancing,
our cold feet touching the ground…
our naked souls soaked with soft rain
dripping from the trees into our brains
the leaking gutters are still filled with leaves
and the water is still pouring out
flowing to the west, disappearing into the grey mist
that hides the turquoise sea of the sunny days
with their weightless seagulls
screaming their songs into the blue skies…
but isn’t gravity a blessing in the end?
Thoughts may take us into space
away from Mother Earth,
but we surely will touch base again…
some sunny day