If you'll be my sun,
I'll be your moon. So please let your light, Come shining on through. When the night does fall, Just like the moon, I'll reflect your rays, Right back to you. Now meet me at midnight. In the forest of my dreams. We'll build a fire and count the stars, That dance above the trees. The same moon indeed, Pulls in the tide, Draws it nice and close, Holding, side by side. So even when, The tide goes out. The moon is positive, That it can't live without; Its favorite partner, A match made in heaven. Two spirits made the same, Built of one soul possession. Forever I'll be your waves, That graciously ebb and flow, You'll forever be my moon, To guide me straight back home.
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What does this world have, that I do not? Is it not, Some floating rock? I feel love and wonder, dread and fear. Free to me, on this earth so near. Slim to none, the chances I had, of existing at all, thankful every day, a life so grand, a life so rad, Keep this in mind though, that this all is free. The simplest things many take for granted, but Me, no I see them, deciding on who to be. To exist in this space, so fragile and lost. Expanding on forever, How can anyone truly fathom the cost? A thin layer, that keeps us from harm, It performs a thankless duty, It takes on the mighty sun, Such a coincidence, that time and space, allow us to exist in such a fragile place. This citrus mountain,
Exists just for me. Its gradient extends, and endless climbing spree. Her base always feels, Like the surface of the sun. But the summit, ooh the summit, she ends with a ski run. As you climb, you will find, Desert that turns to forest. Cacti transform to pine and spruce, Adventure laid out before us. Bad dog to Molino canyon, Bug spring to windy point, Seven cats, thimble peak None will disappoint Heading farther up though, to palisades and whitetail. as Incinerator ridge cruises by, catch all the detail. Butterfly to Loma Linda, Su,mmerhaven too, Reach the top, observatory peak, Soak in all the morning views. Now this route here, Only scratches the surface. This paradise called Sonora, A mountain made of citrus. the fact that each cloud
that passes overhead has no care in the world not a word need be said they float right on by while we exist down below and just as i do they go where the wind blows somedays they dump moisture with all their might other days they pass like a ghost in the night surely the sky could fall and they would still be there they carry our dreams what a tremendous load they bear i've found that all my problems will simply disappear if i walk outside, look up high my life is simple and clear a land blanketed with wheat
corn, barley and soy those fields that go on forever they fill my heart with joy people often say its just fly over country but if they put their feet on the ground they'll see earths endless bounty you reap what you sow which keeps farmers planting growing seeds and their dreams of a land that grows plenty its a simple life of honest and hard work to be pass down every year a bond sprouted from dirt the roots we spread here are solid in the soil a vast land of green we await the golden spoils standing watch
a sentinel of sorts it keeps the waves at bay guarding the ports it sits atop a rock the ground split in two it shines its beacon out into the blue it guides sailors in but also keeps them away it prevents catastrophe into a watery grave the expanse that she watches is grand beyond measure many days serene an inland treasure an ethereal shore we call her our own but we share with the world her beauty, a superior home i saw her once
on a perfect mornings stroll she had an unmatched tan that couldn't be beat at all the golden skin she owns has the magic of the islands the sun kisses her face in a thousand different vibrants her spirit spreads joy with a smile that makes you weak a crazy intuition to match the words she speaks she seems to float around with no worries in the world her sway is a perfect mix of a fire and a pearl then all of a sudden she appeared in a haze and now she's in my life i'm still counting the days you wondered how i know about all those words she bends it's because she is my angel my life my start my end she looks to the stars for guidance her plans are always pure she's a cosmic hallelujah with a mystic sidereal lure her hair has been blessed by some unnatural force it's golden blonde and beautiful it flows in metaphors when her eyes met mine i felt it in my soul when i look into her eyes indeed i feel at home there's no combination of words that can describe her total beauty so i hope that these suffice and she loves me for eternity. we live we die
we struggle we thrive each day that breaks is another step forward treat it like a gift eternally rewarded you seek challenges high and low find the gold deep in your soul but cherish the most the connections you make sooner than you think you'll be tested by fate and when that day finally arrives you'll know what to do open your eyes an open mind an open heart is only the beginning its only the start so never stop loving never stop learning for the end of the rainbow is where the world stops turning. what good is living
this life you've been given if all you do is stand in one place this world is too big no dream is too small so never stop chasing with no fear at all you go east, i'll go west then we can settle which way is best you may search forever to answer lifes biggest question but in time you will find the most valuable lesson love where you are love where you've been take all the chance dive right in 365 days one trip around the sun never be satisfied never start from square one. these eyes have lived a thousand lives
they have seen the oceans fall and rise two whole decades and one half old they tell my story a tale to behold the see the gold in everyone's heart hazel like honey so sweet so tart the have seen the mountains they have seen the desert they have seen the forests the sky the heavens here is to hoping for sixty more years that these eyes outlast my nose my ears there still is so much left to discover a granola a gypsy an unquenchable wonder never will they fail me until the last full measure even then i believe they will wander forever. |