Can I hold your hand in Spring?
\nIt would be a most beautiful thing.
\nI can take you ’round Haskel’s for lunch
\nOn Saturday so we don’t have to rush<\/p>\n
If its dry I’ll hold your clutch.
\nOtherwise you’ll beat me to the punch.
\nI love living in your bowl,
\nAnd do you know on Saturday they offer free rolls!<\/p>\n
Gratis, no kidding,
\nBut before winter you must bring them some knitting
\nDo it up in style
\nSo they can be proud and look at us smile.<\/p>\n
I’ll be your bookkeeper too.
\nGod knows you’ve earned your due.
\nI’ll wish you all the best
\nWhen the pumpkin headed monsters put you to the test.<\/p>\n
Awake in my dream
\nOh, it’s a marvelous thing
\nTo think you’ll be my wife
\nAnd pour my coffee the rest of my life.<\/p>\n
You are all pumpkiny when you blush
\nIt’s a smile I’ve seen for miles when I’m free.
\nI wish you would hold me up in your tree
\nFeathered and silent, tasted of your touch.<\/p>\n
You are Grandma’s dream
\nComing alive at the seam.
\nA wish maker’s dance
\nHeld still by a trance.<\/p>\n
You are diamonds and hides
\nThe King maker’s bride.
\nCan we saddle up and ride
\nUntil we reach the other side?<\/p>\n
I’ll take you in hand
\nAnd be ball rich grand.
\nLet’s stake us out some land
\nJust to show Daddy that we can.<\/p>\n
We’ll build rich farms
\nThat grow honeysuckle charms
\nAnd dream of monkeys and apes
\nWho eat our wine maker’s grapes.<\/p>\n
They sing winter songs.
\nWe work hard all week long.
\nThey lay in the carafe,
\nSoaking in their warm bath.<\/p>\n
Shower me with hope.
\nI know you think I’m poor.
\nPoor with words and can’t cope.
\nSo if it doesn’t work we’ll open a store!<\/p>\n
At Christmas I’ll cut you a ham.
\nWe’ll stream icicles across his limb.
\nWe’ll build forests for sleep
\nAnd burly ranches for our lazy sheep.<\/p>\n
I’m a sheep rancher’s wife.
\nA coat maker’s bride.
\nGod, it’s good to be alive
\nWith only you by my side.<\/p>\n
Honey, can you slide the ruler of life?
\nCan you be quiet for a while.
\nI want to sit and gaze at the beef
\nAnd dream of what its like to be a tree.<\/p>\n
I want to take the chariot for a spin
\nAnd this time not for pretend.
\nI want to ride rope and spring
\nLike on a grasshopper’s dream.<\/p>\n
I like grinding it out for while.
\nIt doesn’t all have to be trophy’s and style.
\nWe can be lazy for a day,
\nOr run outside and play.<\/p>\n
The frisbee catcher has a dog
\nThe Honeybee keeper acts like a stupid, wet frog.
\nA kiss from you will make him smile,
\nBut don’t be gone for a while.<\/p>\n
Let’s sing and watch the Sun.
\nAfter all, it’s how we begun.
\nWe’ll like dancing in the trees
\nAnd after its over back down to the sea.<\/p>\n
A clown maker’s wife.
\nA bee boppers life.
\nOh, what marvelous pets we’ll be
\nSold in a store, unlocked from our cage, for free.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Can I hold your hand in Spring? It would be a most beautiful thing. I can take you ’round Haskel’s for lunch On Saturday so we don’t have to rush If its dry I’ll hold your clutch. Otherwise you’ll beat … Continue reading