Meadow Talk

One day you and I will sit in a meadow

Under a willow’s shade.

Smelling the scent of the wildflowers,

Running our fingers through the glass blades.

With the sun coloring our hair golden

And the wind blowing on our lips

The snowy white clouds above will form

Castles and mansions and battleships.

And we’ll lie on the grass, our fingers entwined

And maybe I’ll sing a song for you

A sweet, gentle melody,

About all things pure and good and true.

And we’ll talk of love, and of life

And of war and peace, and pretty things.

We’ll wonder where dreams come from,

We’ll listen to a nightingale sing.

And we’ll talk of colors, and music and magic,

And dogs and cats and butterflies,

The sun, the moon, the million stars,

And everything else under the blue sky.

And we’ll laugh so hard till we both rollover

On the jokes, we made so long ago

And we’ll cry a bit for the pain in our hearts

Which we felt each time we were forced to let go.

And you’ll share some of the stories you heard,

I’ll tell you about my imaginary friends,

And we’ll share our deepest secrets,

And promise to guard them till the end.

You’ll tell me your sorrows, I’ll confess my regrets

And then we’ll smile and release the pain,

And thus we’ll open with the key of words,

Our hearts fettered to rusty chains.

This world doesn’t understand us, my love

I try to talk, but none bother to hear.

But one day we’ll sit in the long grass of the meadow,

And to each other, we’ll lay our hearts bare.