Settle

Settle
My heart watches over you
Every which way, all around and through
Toss your fears over the planes so high
This kind of love is hard to come by

Picture me standing beside you
A hand when you need one like the sturdiest tree
Wherever you go, I’ll be there too
Up or down – I just want your company

Like travelers, we roam the open seas
Glued to our dreams with no one to please
Anytime you want to close your eyes and fall
I got your back – and baby, I got it all

Stand by me through hardships and trials
Walk with me through pleasure and pain
Say you wont leave if the weeds grow wild
And I’ll fall in love with you over and over again

Gunfire

Dream:

Everything happened so fast – I barely had time to react. Bullets sprayed us through the walls of a single-story home, shattering glass and blowing through drywall. What on earth did my friends do to merit this type of brutal retaliation from the police?? Old friends, I admit, I have no idea what they’ve really been up to all these years. Certainly it couldn’t be this bad. The place was surrounded by renegade cops, bent on terrorizing us with their complete disregard for human life. All I could tell you is that I was innocent!

At that point, it didn’t matter. I needed to find my dogs! Like a crazed mother bear searching for a lost cub, I scrambled to find them, dodging gunfire and wading through dust and debris. From across the room, I spotted my two fluffy Pomeranians helplessly staring at me with confused eyes. There was no way I could let my best friends go down like this. I charged through, scooped each pup under an arm and dove in front of a couch for protection. We smushed together as close to the floor as possible and listened to the bullets tear past our huddled bodies. It was insane!!

Over and over, I ran through scenarios and planned our escape in my mind. Then, as suddenly as it started, the room was silent.

Sweet Sound (Lyrics)

 

Lyrics:

In the back of my mind is a chair
where I rest and polish my thoughts
in a light that shines everywhere

And I guard my joy with my life
I’ll be damned if I let someone take what’s mine
in this pale land of washed up minds

So I hold you like hangin pictures
I stir you like my favorite mixture
I wrap myself in your voice all around
-such a sweet sound

Some days if I have energy
I’ll go hunting the beasties and dragons
that I have seen before hunting me

And I save your words in a bottle
With the strength of many -you rush in like water
whenever I am in need

So I hold you like hangin pictures
I stir you like my favorite mixture
I wrap myself in your voice all around
-such a sweet sound

I watch you move mountains and rivers to find me
You pull up the earth when there’s trouble behind me

I hear your voice all around -What a sweet sweet sound
Your voice all around is a sweet sweet sound
Your voice all around -What a sweet sweet sound
Your voice all around is a sweet sweet sound

Two windows

Dream:

She calmly pushes a vacuum back-and-forth with a look of perfection. Her hair, a brunette bob, refuses to submit to her movements. A proper sleeveless dress of fuchsia wool conservatively begins at her neckline and tapers at the waist. Although it’s obstructed by the wood exterior of her home, I’m sure that her hemline continues down her Barbie Doll legs and rests just past the knee – a proper dress indeed.

I just couldn’t help but notice her through the window – so inviting and welcoming. She seems beautiful and lonely surrounded by bare, canary walls and dancing a waltz with an appliance. I wonder who she is.

Drawing my gaze outward to take in the rest of the view, I step back into my own world. The neighbors look nice. Their house, slightly dated and weathered, sits on a hill just along-side this one and is separated by a sloping driveway peppered with large stones.

Beneath what is soon to be my own window, a handful of pine trees stand tall and alert like the Foot Guards of Buckingham Palace. I’m confident that these beastly pines are well prepared to shield our room from any blaring afternoon sunlight.

I have to tell you, this window is quite impressive. Its reach extends from floor to ceiling and wall to wall like a beaming gem. Impossible to forget, it’s not just another fixture between these unloved and abandoned walls. I don’t doubt for a second that the endless silent films, picturesque moons and soothing rainstorms are all that we need to turn this drab apartment into a home.

Oh, how lovely this will be when we finally move in.

Shug

I love the way your lips curl up when you’re happy
like I’m floating in a hammock sipping sweet tea.
This spark that hits me when our eyes meet,
it tickles me & I sink deeper into your endless universe.
Your loveable, charming smile is contagious.
It catches me the way a yawn sets off millions to follow.

I will rest on your confidence with a great sigh of relief
& my heart will find peace on your soft pillow of dreams.
I will highlight these beautiful moments with a fat yellow marker,
and bookmark each smile of yours in my brain.
Then I will scroll through the blissful memories again and again.
For you give me something sweet enough to last forever.