Head Over Air Bubbles.
It was written in the stars
In black and white hieroglyphs
With a hint of midnight purple,
That I would make your acquaintance
And in turn, you would make my day.
It’s most fascinating:
The way you run through my mind
With the force of a cool breeze,
In shoes that make me fall
Head over air bubbles.
If only I could raise chivalry
Back from an early grave,
I think I would have what it takes
To make you stay.
A lover, or a friend?
Must I choose between these two?
I’d rather swap the or for an and,
And do away with the question mark.
But if life wills it so, I will be
Content to call you friend.
No, not friend… for you are
Much more in truth; more like
A muse. Like one of nine goddesses
Born by the feet of Mount Olympus,
With a gift in eyes to die for.
So if life wills it so,
I will be your confidant.
Whisper such words to beat
On drums within my ears,
And let me write songs
Of the power of a dream that longs
To court love and victory.
And in the end,
Even Nike herself, would be proud
Of the music we’d make
In the wake of our affections:
Dancing with the joy of a bird in hand
For a magical moment in time,
Paused, for you, and I.
