Over The Rainbow
Magic
Carpet Ride
By Anglia
Emmendorfer
I know
now that I have died
Must be
heaven
I am blushing.
You know
that’s right
We don't
care.
Through
sheer madness.
Shadows
can only be seen
Sitting
close side by side.
Like a
knitted cable pattern intertwined
Nothing
else matters;
Except
~You and
I~
Oh, what
stringy pink robe
Of cotton
candy we weave;
To
enlighten and not deceive.
As it
melts
Where no
one else dreams,
Our
dreams of us are always there.
Without a
care.
Swooning
beneath the pink clouds
Of the
perfect reflective moonlight.
You melt
the pink crystals to reveal
Caresses
of hope, love and joy
On that
magic carpet ride.
Sugary
sweet kisses
From head
to toe.
As we
roll up in that carpet and deny
The world
has its place and we have ours.
The world
is a brand new place
To see
for ours is hours beyond time.
Forget
the world as it is for most;
Ours is
ours to toast.
Cotton
candy and magic carpet rides
Only
two of the splendors
We will
not be deprived
It's our
landings not our falls
That will
tell it all.
A whole
new world for only us to know
Never,
ever again a need to prove;
No one to
touch us or glare in our eyes.
We will
forever be on our magic carpet ride.
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