Part Four

Boring days of snow-filled skies
Deceiving mouths of truthful lies
Paisley clothes and cardboard boxes
Keying in and charms and lockses
Innocence, kite-flying, broken glass
Icicles, paper cups, and purple brass
Signs on windows with reflecting sights
Passing by with blinking lights

Forget the present, and live for now
Riding horses that look like cows
Technical handprints that think of me
Spray the ceiling with what will be
Let that flow, and take the plunge
Unbelievable soaking sponge
It’s wild, and I can’t believe it’s like that
But they don’t mind; the good-looking hat

Glad either way; we’d all fit in
Isn’t it wild? It feels like a sin
Thank the Lord for all the ways
Thank the Lord; He knows we pray
No kidding, and we like it this way
It’ll be like that if you live every day
Smoke-filled walls that rage with fire
Letters are scattered all over the wire

It’s so cute; the way you think
Fragrant grass that looks so pink
Singing songs of inspiration
Writing words that become creation
Relax and look, but don’t be worried
Snow-filled skies full of flurries
Flowing glass that shines the sky
Holding hands that make us fly

Clouds and stars and pieces of moon
Store some in your velvet spoon
Plastic worries in your wallet
Say the word so I can call it
Rosy bottles filled with sand
Hold them close, and rule the land
Painted silver reminds me of
The day that we discovered love.


Copyright 1988 Scott C. Forrest