I have a conception, a wonderful plan,
an escape from our sorrows and castles of sand,
for a while or two, for an evening or day,
if you’ll just hear me out, lend an ear what I say…
Let’s pretend we’ve been married for thousands of years,
our hearts never broken, our eyes void of tears,
we’ll laugh and make merry, we’ll dance and we’ll dine,
as though none have grown closer than your heart and mine
All the people who see us would wish they could be,
as in love with their lover as you are with me,
our arms ‘round each other, we’ll cuddle and kiss,
and no-one around will think any’s amiss
All alone on our own, in the crowd and the throng,
in a part of the world where fears don’t belong,
hand in hand, heart in heart, with the hounds drawing near,
knowing under the surface, thing aren’t what appear
When the stars take their places, the evening is done,
we’ll part with a handshake as when we’d begun,
to return to our caverns, and weep just because,
our relationscape’s over, and yet never was…
Dan Bryce
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
I have a conception, a wonderful plan,
an escape from our sorrows and castles of sand,
for a while or two, for an evening or day,
if you’ll just hear me out, lend an ear what I say…
Let’s pretend we’ve been married for thousands of years,
our hearts never broken, our eyes void of tears,
we’ll laugh and make merry, we’ll dance and we’ll dine,
as though none have grown closer than your heart and mine
All the people who see us would wish they could be,
as in love with their lover as you are with me,
our arms ‘round each other, we’ll cuddle and kiss,
and no-one around will think any’s amiss
All alone on our own, in the crowd and the throng,
in a part of the world where fears don’t belong,
hand in hand, heart in heart, with the hounds drawing near,
knowing under the surface, thing aren’t what appear
When the stars take their places, the evening is done,
we’ll part with a handshake as when we’d begun,
to return to our caverns, and weep just because,
our relationscape’s over, and yet never was…
Dan Bryce
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