Misty hills
open your eyes and look around
lets walk over toward the mountainside
at the squirrels dancing--windspirit--
Piano on the hillside . . .seems a million years agoplaying piano for just the sky and the most beautiful music flowed from my fingertips and i can barely recall it at all just a distant sunset beyond and tears running down my cheeks so lost in the beauty and emotion my piano and i on the hillside and the clouds seemed to understand as i looked across the land playing what came to my fingers and through my heart gently and i was alone lost in the love and the tingling inside my mind and it felt like some kind of heaven..... playing piano on the hillside windspirit.... |
The other side of my mind . . .The other side of my mindoften reflects things throughout time things that often came near sometimes dark sometimes dear things i often compose or punches straight to the nose excuse the straighforward lines it's just the other side of my mind the other side of my heart like a walk through the park sometimes theres garbage and refuse things i just cannot use i tend to sit on the grass try to let go of the past i sometimes look at the trees but soon comes falling leaves lifes pains soon have to part like the other side of my heart life's pains soon have to part like the other side of my heart . . . . . |
