April 13, 2013

  • Dreams do come

    I look through my room , while my guitar gently weeps. And the war goes on, I guess happiness is a warm gun, but I blew my mind out in a car, and the strawberry fields went on forever, on the wing of a blackbird flying into the light of a dark dark eye. Storm clouds rising and the horizon is on the move. I heard a siren wailing something about a sailors groove. I fell into the sound, losing my solid ground as the world spun round and round, and the children all sang just this one thing, let Peace ring, let Peace ring so don't let me down, don't let me down. No one ever loved me like she loved me, and all you need is Love. It was a revolution with no resolution and the clarity left me in a fog, as I wondered through the 9's caught in the lines I stumbled and fell into her kaleidoscope eyes , so incredibly high, she said the Norwegian wood was good. I looked for a chair and there wasn't one anywhere so I laid down on the ground and the sky was all around.... Love is just a dream for fools such as those who believe.

    Chris

    Always and Forever

    what dreams have come

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