Things will turn around
You’ll show up and they’ll show up
…going, going, gone!
Things will turn around
You’ll show up and they’ll show up
…going, going, gone!
A boy who slayed hate
Then a man who chased your heart
The dash on my stone
Original Thought Credit; (“Dash”) Pastor Michael Milco
I plan to conduct an experiment
And I hypothesize
That I can conduct The symphony
Of music to the skies
After which, I’ll conduct The lightening
-its electric gaze I’ll hold
Conduct then I will The interview
Of a soul centuries old
The music, The lightening, The interviewee
They function together as one
Can you imagine the final scene
As they masterfully come undone
Every speck of you
Necessary dustiness
As we two tip-toe
As simple an act
As two creatures holding hands
Tells me there is God
I love you
The clouds coming uninvited to a sky distinctly my ownYou bother me
The never-knock hellos and the after-the-fact goodbye kissesYou should know
The daytime dances and nighttime sunshowers are all I desire and seekYou silly clouds; I love you, you bother me -you should know
I owe you much for
Silly feet, muddy hands and
That I breathe out loud
On our walk today
Let us hear every color
And see every voice
I see absolutely
Only the blues on the scapes of us
Nothing more
Nothing less
I said, I see absolutely
Only the blues on the scapes of us
And I see a song coming on