It's time to change
to start making a difference
to stop feeling estranged
to start piecing an image
slowly together
bit by bit
faded and weathered
return the forgotten bliss

of long airy summers
of autumn's floating leaves
of winter's frosty wonders
of spring's eventful breeze

remember the cool midsummer nights
our laughter and our tears
as we sat under the moonlight
the years of our lives drew near

my hand holding a pencil
poised artfully above paper
the tread so light and gentle
the words as something greater

a miracle is going to occur
we'll paint with the colors of the wind
brushes rapidly moving in a blur
the color almost flowing over the brim
of the trees and the sky
pass the stars they go by
traveling for light years and days
toward the silky milky way

finally they arrive
in all it's glory and wondrous pride
the star queen's soul twinkles and sighs
on the gods' backs they ride
toward the heavens they swiftly rise
to demand for what's in the tides
that are rightfully yours and mine

There it finally lies
in the folds of delicate smooth silk
the possession of which you abide
goes tumbling out with a tilt
of the golden empty box
accompanying it are the stars
as it gently stoops to your door and knocks
and then there you finally are

you haven't seen it in a while
but now finally freed from it's hole
whispering heart beat and uncertain smile
here is your rightful soul.