Love without ending.

Dressed in white clouds,
And the night in satin,
She runs warm fingers through my hair,
And we travel along as if no one is there.

The music pours down from heaven
I am a desperate clown and I dance and I cry
And I fly from the strings in your arms like a puppet,
And I am waiting for everything to happen.

The great mistake we make is we take love for granted,
And we close shut our eyes and strike imbalance,
As the snow falls for long and it stirs us,
So I say goodnight for the night to hear us.

A copper coin in a tray for your delight,
A cello a sparrow a dog and the sea,
And the sadness in my eyes as the stars they shine,
And what I want will be close to my heart and be mine.

I say goodnight to the moon, goodbye England,
Bongiorno Italia, it’s a trip we should take,
And in my hand I hold a ticket,
And make my future with the light steps of a cricket.

I have a voice that’s achingly serene,
A nervous breakdown and a broken arm,
I have everything under the sun, I belong,
And with the next beat I’ll be even more strong.

It’s not what you say but what you do,
And the vistas and panoramas of life
extend way up to the heavens
I am hanging from a tree, they bring me food,
And it’s now time to improve,
For I am close and I am tight to the endless,
And whatever you try you can’t bend me.

If at times I can hide from the crowds,
If I am a juror with panache and buoyancy,
If I can climb up 10,000 stairs and still breath,
I can take 10,000 stairs and be on destruction’s eve.

Personally I take an issue, but I suffer sometimes,
And if the night is young then I fight,
And if you flirt with me I ignite,
For what is a story without an ending,
And then love is only understanding.