Saturday, April 20, 2013

Springtime In The City




Morning, unspoken quiet
one last snow, but the weather's changed.
Birds are singing
and you lay sleeping.
The light through the keyhole
makes everything look so strange.

It feels like springtime
in the city
This bright sunny morning tells me change
is coming soon.
Put your arms around me
hold on to me
baby, we'll make it through.

Heading somewhere
knowing no one
The faces and dreams are like words
we've never said.
A map and a suitcase
a sense of wonder.
Searching for home and a place
to lay our heads.

We're leaving home
this isn't the first time.
Chasing the dreams that just cannot be restrained.
Just you and me now
against the whole world.
Still hand in hand while
everything else has changed.

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Listen to this song by clicking the link below:


http://www.myspace.com/music/player?sid=17654087&ac=now



14 comments:

  1. Home is where the two of you are.
    There is no other home!Nice poem, nice sentiments.

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  2. I love it. Spring is such a strong bearer of change.

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  3. nice...love the being together giving strength even amidst of everything moving and changing...loved the light through the keyhole as well...makes for such an interesting effect..almost like a spotlight

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  4. I love "still hand in hand while everything has changed." Even though spring brings its changes, CERTAIN things remain the same for all seasons. Nice.

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  5. Birds are singing
    and you lay sleeping.
    The light through the keyhole
    makes everything look so strange.

    This has the unbound hopefulness of spring, and some one to share that with ;-)

    am listening to your song now, beautiful, so soft, so comforting, so encouraging, thank you ;-)

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  6. Lovely example of how spring encourages us to venture out. I especially like:

    The faces and dreams are like words
    we've never said.

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  7. Beautifully penned ~ I like how things and seasons change around us, but for the two people searching for their home ~

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  8. Andrea somethings remain a constant but not the seasons - a love - a hope a dream - a new beginning . You have brought this in your words.
    Could I please mention the last stanza the 2nd line should be time not times?

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  9. Back another time here. I would really like to have a map and a suitcase. That is such a strong image within your poem.

    (Take a look back at your comment at Poets United. I responded to it there.....in re to the poem you shared there today.)

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  10. I like this, the assurance of striking out in confidence, having trust in your fellow traveler. There's always new seasons in shared lives. Nice.

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  11. Can't help but like this confident poem. Wish I could hear it, but I don't have flash installed.

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  12. ..sounds like an adventure in the near future..home is where he or she is...or where 'one' is..anyway, it's cozy and more fun with two ;)

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