To Bobby Dylan

Lovebirds are the reason
these songs keep getting sung
and our hearts keep beating
gently along with the drum.
when your soul starts to hum.
your mind is in the clouds,
and your thoughts come undone
'cause you finally found the one.

and now youre singing your love song
to the one that shines your aura bright.
and you play it for him
under a beautiful starry night.

and you swear that it's magic
'cause now youre swimming in a dream.
and you're tapping your toe to his song,
and spinning about in a dance
to find you've been floating all along.

waking up fresh in the morning
with that dream still on your tounge
tangled in his arms
with his song still on your lips.
you get up and walk into the sunshine
with the dance still on your hips.

now both your song and mine
will grow tall with the trees
and we'll drink some more wine.
just like lovebirds flying freely with ease.

~~~
Love, April

April on: Dancing...

dancing is moving your body,
sculpting it into a work of art;
and for the love of art
move to your hearts content.

make your veins sparkle inside
with the melody of the music.
tap and twirl and kick-ball-change
let your soul free.

one for the books...

our wine bottle collected dust
i saved it for us
it sat hidden in a secret place
i saved it for the day i would see your face
never did i think i'd drink it all by myself
sitting by the phone waiting for you to call.
i can't even look at the roses in the vase
you mix with the shadows
now you're face has been erased...

[chorus:]
singing oh, my melody is broke
an' im starting to choke on my cigarette smoke.
well the wine has been drunk up and my head is spinning
and the ripples that we feel amount to nothing real.
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i dialed your phone
when the bottle was empty
and all i heard were your silly songs...
oh what a lonely day,
now i got the blues
im plastered in bed
and im without you.

[repeat chorus twice]