A Little Note

In my mind as the pictures play 

in silence it is that I have to stay 

awed by the serenity of it all day, 

entranced by the magic I see today; 

echoes that ring from the past 

will be forgotten, it did not last, 

in the valley of Not 'twas away cast, 

'tis all in the past, it did not last; 

rise up beyond the eventide, 

rise up, and watch with pride, 

rise up, and do not hide 

the love in which we both abide; 

in the mirror it is I see your face,

 

smiling beside me, your lovely face, 

in your eyes, I'm bound in lace 

of heaven's thread, and tossed in space; 

indeed, my travels and travails tire, 

sometimes they draw out a flash of ire, 

but through all the flames of searing fire, 

we look past it with a hint of satire; 

yes, indeed, the tide seems to rise, 

catching us surfers with sure surprise,

 

but in all the waves that seem to arise, 

together we will share the morn's sunrise; 

past the highway, beyond the interstate, 

to wherever my kismet does to me dictate, 

if you're home, I will never be late, 

to hold you close to me till late.

GSK ©