FLOATING

FLOATING

Melbourne – Saigon, Sept 11th 2014

 

Soft white fluffy clouds like

Fairy floss fill the sky

Whole continents of pearly peaks

Passing by

My window pane

Is it Brunei or Vietnam

That other land down below

The gleaming cloud kingdom

I fly through

While I listen to Joni Mitchell

And think of you

 

She sings of pretty men telling

Pretty lies, as I

I float through the skies

And I think of you

Beautiful man, beautiful eyes

Grey like the full moon at night

 

Piano chords punctuate her

Lilting soprano voice

Singing of hopeless romantics

In dark cafés, while I

I float through the skies

 

Through the kindgom of clouds

That pass me by

 

She i son a lonely road and she is

Travelling, travelling, travelling, travelling

Looking for something

What can it be

 

All she wants to do is to

Bring out the best in her and in he

 

And me, this is all I wanted too

 

I am in a lonely sky and I am

Floating, floating, floating, floating

Looking for a sign to lead me to

 

My destiny

 

Wanting only to see you, to hold you

To make you feel free

 

To feel your beating heart once more

Up against me

 

 

 

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