I've dreamed of a place
full of foolishness and
empty swimming pools
And that does not interrupt
the flow of the flowers
or the show of the showers
This is a place some call home.
It's a love dream.
It's full of mindless doodles
of a teenage wannabe:
hearts and arrows
crows, and sparrows.
It's where the stars go
to be alone
and to repent
for their envy.
It's where the forgotten eyes
of forgotten lives
fall when there's no where else to go.
Some call it home.
It's the resting place of replenishing rain
and the final stop of the midnight train
It's the way the trees sway
and whisper "Daddy, let's play"
and the place the sun hides
at the end of the day.
yes, this is the way
we say
goodbye.