In the towers that peer over the dreamscape
a land of rainy days and rainbows
small laughter carrying on the breeze,
dodging drops so we may have a song to dance to.
Hand in hand, another holding you close
our feet begin to the worldly beat
smearing bright paints onto an easel of grey
a whispering into the torrent of sounds around us
a love-painted epiphany dwelling in a starry eternity.
And thus, with the laughter on the breeze,
you and I would be set free
religated to a new day ahead,
and with many words left unsaid, we would guess...
reaching our hands together into the darkest night
to pull stars 'cross the skies and light a heart again.
© Nick Rice 2009