Wouldn't it be nice to find ourselves part of A glorious story in reality Shaped by forces hidden beyond our fingertips Making any other story mere novelty Unable to hold our imagination beyond Our waking thoughts To wish to be awake Because dreams are not As tantalising as Reminscing upon real life And taking it all In your mind to its natural end In this, being one's own best friend means To reach out again and again For what the heart needs To do and say daily Not only to stay alive but thrive To be a starring part in our own story
Where on this earth Is there a place to call home? With resting silence Chattering streams Sounds of chirping In the groves Do we climb a mountain And take a ride down On the rainbow?
Deep blue grey eyes Watch same coloured clouds Drift heavily towards us Like moving mountains Though weightless to our eyes Powerful forces hold them In the sky
A bridge that divides Also unites Seasoned minds recall The day it came down After rolling the dice On their way home So their lives revolve Staying on side Never daring to cross For fear of remembering Nervously teetering On edge of floating bridge Sea spray enveloping Same waters harmlessly Tickle toes At Opossum Bay
We make it look easy To love Because we know Anything else Than familiarity Is beyond us Confronting disparity
If we met by chance - How many people on this earth? - Would lady luck allow Another turn To find one other Standing beside In a place Made for us
Count the stars of heaven 