My bear my bear wherefore art thou?*
Doth thy moon not shiver till thy paws warm thy sky?
And hence forth the sun shall once again rise
Giving way to only more bear night lies?
This bear can supply warmth for the goldest moon,
But yet the sun can light her with what makes her to
Swoon, so my bear hath no strength to give her his all,
This bear dark golden, this lone green bag with doll.

Imagine me in your embrace,*
I'd give it all but this just isn't the place!
A disgrace I must confess-
I had your heart yet failed your test.
I gave you my paw my love and time.
I was denied and lied and was put back in my bag,
It's color green like lime.
There was a way not to fall behind,
But I'm just not good enough to be your bear kind.

Her envisioned music rolls
Notes splashing like the sea,
Her endless ocean song
And my piano-one and free.
The passion in each salty song
Never wash away with rain,
And strong and never settling
The roar and surge sustains.
I can feel her breathing
And her warm arms holding me,
Their bouyant as floating boats
Giving me all of her I need.
The music is now ebbing,
And flows into channels of changing tides.
She kindly strokes my soft black hair
As I gaze into her deep dark eyes.
I'll awaken once she sets me free...

Your hair is like white snow, filling my field of view
With this beautiful sky of clouds over our heads,
Up and on into forever they shall climb,
Bringing our imagined dreams to life we can't forget.

You sit upon the grass, your the only thing standing
Between loneliness, I feel a stab in my throat,
Like I cannot bring to words how I feel (the "M" word)
Before you find out what I really want to know.

You see, I made this song, it's about our kingdom
About you and me, my heart dances, I want to know,
Is there any place for this song bird who's sung,
If it is caged then where do all the notes go?

There was once a field.
I would sit and lay on that field.
I would stay there all day, for it was ours.
Our only field.

I loved to listen to the wind chimes out there,
I could barely make them out,
but I could feel you were already about
Now I go back to that indigenous place,
To find you there to see you once more.
Now I have to be back to recover my heart,

*I will do that once more, for it is my part.

Some people wish for a myriad
of things, music on a record
their own personal rock band
a mansion, a pool, being the chief
inspector.
Making money, a yacht, dream of a
big family, nights at an inn. Lots
of clothes and shoes and their own
marriage, a wife who will never
leave him.
*If I could have just one wish, I'd
want to be in any room, just one
place, you holding me with your
arm, and a fan on in the background
so I can hear your breathings
pace...