Everyday I see oranges on trees
Bright, juicy and
I think anxiously of the apple rotting slowly
On my kitchen counter
I'd rather eat it.

I think of peeling the banana
Riding in my car
And while it fills my stomach
And it could be called breakfast
I want my apple.

And the mango offered in a cafe
In the middle of the rainforest
On the side of a volcano tastes like heaven,
Grainy, juicy, ripe
And I think of my decaying apple.

My apple, my obsession
All I want now
Dangerous though it is
And I think of Eve and wonder
Does every woman have her apple?

The dust in the sky fades from purple, to yellow, to white
rapidly darkening receding wit the light
Your arm around my shoulder made me feel so safe, there was comfort, life
In a moment so close, to the overcoming night.
The stars faded and allowed some light to shine through
and the sky dust fell ton the earth in ac loud so still
In a bright spray of light, that even brightened up the strength of the dark in the night
The world now refreshed by a light rain of balance
Seemed to hide in the depths of all that confusion
The wonder and fear before it made it all clear
the point of the matter is that it was always here