Post by moonwick on Feb 1, 2007 12:15:03 GMT -5
I remember April and the secrets that it kept,
the way my heart was restless and I hardly ever slept.
The rain came down in torrents and the sky was always grey,
clouds and colors churning in a lovely sort of way.
Rebels planned their escapades and dreamers took to flight.
Fools were laughing at the storms and dancing out of sight.
I was on the other side, looking through the glass,
wishing I could venture out to rain and wind and grass,
wishing I could be a fool for just a little while,
long enough to live again, or long enough to smile.
I remember April, the excitement in the air,
the quest for an adventure and the search for something rare.
Everyone was waiting, but for what, we never knew.
Perhaps a change of scenery, a different point of view.
All the world would hold its breath just hiding from the day
that wild, chaotic April fools would simmer down for May.
the way my heart was restless and I hardly ever slept.
The rain came down in torrents and the sky was always grey,
clouds and colors churning in a lovely sort of way.
Rebels planned their escapades and dreamers took to flight.
Fools were laughing at the storms and dancing out of sight.
I was on the other side, looking through the glass,
wishing I could venture out to rain and wind and grass,
wishing I could be a fool for just a little while,
long enough to live again, or long enough to smile.
I remember April, the excitement in the air,
the quest for an adventure and the search for something rare.
Everyone was waiting, but for what, we never knew.
Perhaps a change of scenery, a different point of view.
All the world would hold its breath just hiding from the day
that wild, chaotic April fools would simmer down for May.