A River of unconditional depth
Rustic cottages on lonely hills
Sing brief songs of glory.
Pretty pink roses
Grieve for the lost verses
As a stubborn poet delights
In calm visions of nothingness.
Memory plays its game
Makes us nostalgic
For places we’ve never been.
Stunted alleyways of yellow light
Stones beside an angry sea
Dull laughter on a winter morning
Sing brief songs of wonderment.
Dreaming of a quiet April day
Strolling Parisian streets
Spitting bravely to the sky
The only French word we know.
Je T’aime
Harmless cravings for an unknown land
Holding familiar hands on alien soil.
Hazy, drunk, imperfect
Our foolish dreams
Sing brief songs of rebellion.
In times of insanity
With stardust in your veins.
Carry with yourself,
The infinite promise of distant lands.
The lingering stare of strangers.
Vintage cars on endless roads.
Carry with yourself,
Brief songs of unexpected beauty.
