The Carved Book Landscape

This could be, baby, you and me

Wandering high hills out by the Sea

Through the grass into the trees

To the edge of reverie.

Relentless pursuit of all we know

That we bring along with all that flows

Here we are in the countryside

Where birds and bees see the country slide.

“Will you love me”, I ask you,

“till dying days in whispered ways?”

You yell, “No!”, into the blue

and hold my hand to kneel and pray,

“I will love you here and now no matter how or where we stay.”

For The Road

The open road is gold and olden and it flows under a blue-ribbon sky.
The trees I'm told watch it all unfolding as the dreamers come pass them by.
The Dreamers come pass them by...
The open road only has one line, and it starts in the back of your mind.

It has a way of its own.