I wanted to give you a little bit of something
Felt the urge within my clammy warm blood
To surrender a feeling
Because your voice and your power
Releases and creates a symphony
Of rhythmic roaring waves
Out into the horizon
Of an island I know not the name of
But we all hope to reach.

A **** colored sweater
I recall the clearest first
Jewelry in your hair
Mine too
We glimmer past the shadows
And into a place we hope to give a little bit
Of a kinda heaven
To those whose eyes we hope to teach.

Its a little bit of something
In the air of the coming summer
We all long for a new beginning
As the hum drum of the state of the world
Has always been dark and deep
But not seen by those
Who cannot first hand
Reach into their soul
To understand the pitter patter
Of the darkest and lightest corners.

I use to and still do
Believe
That we've got the kind of special
The special that someday if anyone ever found out
They would mention us in the fine lines
Of the history books
Our distant connection from afar
Within cities
Sending poetic antics
Music
Art filled love.

But the jazz flows into the crevices
Of a dried sunflower
Reminding us all to dance
Your words, your creation it does that
And I'll always be in the crowd to cheer you on
Or ask you to let me use your power
In my movies
As a barricade of tilted glass
Raises itself on to its hinges
In search for a better now.