simple song of love

Days, even the best of them, well
it seems as all they ever do is pass -
like clouds across the pale blue skies,
or dragon flies,
skipping, over blades of grass.

But the days we've spent together
will never leave me.
The days we spend together
will never fade away completely.

Love, I don't know what it is
or what it's supposed to do.
All I know, all I ever know,
is how I feel when I'm with you.

Suspend your disbelief
for just an ordinary day.
Suspend your disbelief
and let defenses fall away.

You've gone about as far
as sleeping can be taking you.
Better now to find a kiss,
the one that will awaken you.
Better now to find a life,
a life you can awaken to

And the days we spend together
will never leave us or lead us astray.
the days we'll spend together
will never fade away.

Gypsy Fortune

I heard the word she set up shop
a couple exits down the pike.
I hadn't thought to seek her out
when I first rev'ed up my motor bike.
But I've always had these questions
and there's always been some doubt
and I'm not getting any younger
so it's time I find some means
of sorting it out.

The Gypsy vends the powder
in plastic vial on mirrored shelf
but before she gets to your fortune
she knows to sell you on herself.
Oh, the charms that she possesses -
So hypnotic, strong and pure..
With applications so damn clever,
why won't they work for me on her?

She gave me to the magic
that works, I've seen, just fine
but the only one I want now
isn't part of the design.
She exists outside the borders
She's the carrot on the stick
she exists between the line
like where the window meets the brick
and it's only an illusion
but the illusion's not a trick.
It's all just an illusion,
but the illusion is not a trick.

Yeah, I heard the word
she closed up shop
Now there's only echoes there.
in an empty strip mall storefront
She took all that I hold dear
She fed me no deception
she offered no false hope
she made no empty promises
she delivered the straight dope
But I failed to follow directions
and I neglected to read the signs
I saw only what I wanted
so the only fault is mine.

She exists outside the borders
She's the carrot on the stick
she exists between the line
like where the window meets the brick
and it's only an illusion
but the illusion's not a trick.
It's all just an illusion,
but the illusion is not a trick.

exactly nothing

You owe me exactly nothing

and someday I mean to collect.

It isn't a question of timing

only a matter of abject neglect.

I'm impoverished of your affection,

a situation requiring impossible correction,

while I'm privately eyeing the prize 

I'm denying I treasure.

You're my guilty pleasure.

I owe you exactly nothing

and somehow I'm preparing to pay.

It isn't a question of why
just a matter of finding a way.

You're immune to my useless distraction

out of tune with my limited power of attraction

while you're silently crying. Your 

eyes should be good for
more than perennial waterfalls. 

I have no opinions but those 

that I keep under wraps.

Your doubts and their minions

might catch me up quick in
exquisitely beautiful traps.

But life is too short to be hiding

with longings unspoken.

And a heart's not in play if it's 

always afraid to be broken.