| I want to fall asleep next to you-
on a bus. Watching the cornfields and the mountains roll on by, while we run away, across the country. And I want to stare at the clouds with you- as we lay with our backs to the grass, together beneath the stars, with nothing but our backpacks and our clothes,- like a pair of teenage vagabonds. And I want to make love to you, slowly, gently, recklessly, with abandon,- in a small thicket behind a grove of poplars. Where all the world couldn't find us unless they wanted to, and they won't. And then when the night comes I'll want to hold you close, and to hold you, as the fireflies settle in - and fly about us, like little sparkling embers lifted by the wind from some smoldering ashes, - only to fly about us and dance- as though this was their reverie,- instead of ours. And as the dawn brings the dusk to the late of the night, and we've squandered our day by our antics at night, And it's time for us both to both close our eyes, I know I can't wait to open them again, to spend another day with you, just like that, again. |