Listening to every heart
I'll bite - but Warning, Warning, Jack Robinson.... - it's a repost of one that I would, indeed, rename as a flight of Whimsey.
I want to fall up
come with me, letís fall up
and not into something deep
I think itís time to do it different
before we go to sleep
for if we fall up, and play in clouds
what a treat weíd find
all our problems now ant-size
all bad habits left behind
fall up with me, not in love with me
you donít even have to be in like with me
but if you come fall up with me
wouldnít that be heavenly?
Come letís talk to angels,
and help them in the choir
now I donít have much of a voice
but if you sing bass, Iíll sing higherÖ
and letís make faces out of clouds
of animals or some such things
and while we play our game just right
letís whip up some sun-rings
since weíre here, letís grab Godís ear
and tell him how pleased we are
for this imagination heís given us
címon with me, letís fall up this far!
What is this? You donít want to play
and fall up with me to far away?
and youíd toss my dreams to reality?
for the truth youíd rather see?
But canít you see? There, in the skies
where up and up is in the blue?
why donít you try just once with me
and let me fall up with you.
Circa, 30 November 2000
repost for a friend...