Dust,
dust and bones,
alone, in the desert far from home,
beside a cactus,
in the hot hot sun,
taking it all in,
and drinking water whilst taking in the beauty,
and the blue sky,
with nothing on my mind,
but life and death,
and death, it comes to us all in time,
and I would cross the desert only for you,
because that is the only time, I would be crazy enough too,
and here as I stand,
how fearsome it is the desert,
and the heat,
but the beauty it cannot be beat,
and how beautiful the stars are at night,
and how the stars, they inspire my mind,
as I travel far away from you,
my love so true,
and how glorious they are the stars,
and how effervescent like the heart and the mind of you,
and in the desert,
how glorious is the tranquillity,
and the beauty,
and the calm I feel,
despite how distant in distance, I am from you,
Everywhere
Everywhere,
everywhere the sun falls upon the winter snow,
how beautiful it is,
and soon it will be melting,
and I will be happy,
to see the new plants,
and the new growth,
coming through the remains of the snows,
as winter throws off its cloak,
and the sun it encourages us all to go outside,
and the birds they sing happily,
and free time for me,
is best spent at the coast,
by the lakes, the rivers, and the streams,
and in the forests and in the woods,
and in the mountains,
and amongst the beauty of nature,
which often in winter by snow is so beautifully cloaked,
and in the sun once it comes,
I will swim, leap, and run,
and spend time with my friends,
and with them, laugh until the ends,
until the ends of the days that unfortunately come too soon,
and in the evening, under the stars and the moon,
how glorious it is in the countryside with clear starry skies,
and with starlight reflecting in my eyes,
for it is a beautiful time that so gloriously inspires the mind,
and it is of which I often dream whilst I am asleep,
and paying the day no mind,
and what a glorious life it is,
for there is so much to explore,
and so many different people to meet across the world,
people from all different places,
and from all walks of life,
and with so many trails to walk upon,
and so many ways to travel across the world,
what wonderful places there are to stay,
and how grand and how glorious can be every day,
and time, time is best spent,
with the mind being inspired, fascinated, and educated,
and in nature I am,
and how happy I am every day,
because every day is a beautiful day,
and wherever I roam, I am at home,
and how easily time, time it slips away,
and how many memories I cherish from this life,
this beautiful life,
these beautiful days,
for they are glorious,
glorious to me,
and they should be,
and we should make them be,
because life is precious,
and there is nothing better,
than spending it in nature,
and with good friends and family.
and with a happy heart,
wherever you spend the night or the day.
Everywhere
Everywhere,
everywhere, there is nowhere,
nowhere like here,
nowhere like Rome,
for sunny days are here to stay,
and people are positive and happy,
and every time I see her,
she smiles at me even though I know her barely,
she has begun to grow on me,
and I, on her it seems,
and she,
she blows me a kiss,
and I throw a coin in the trevi fountain,
and I make a wish,
I secretly make a wish that one day,
she will agree to marry me,
and I cross my heart and hope to die,
if the heavens are against me and she turns me down,
and she makes wish,
that I was far away from her and across the sea,
and God forbid, she makes me cry,
endless tears,
and she leaves me eternally unhappy,
and she makes me curse at the thought of roses,
chocolates and champagne,
and she leaves me wondering why,
wondering why she declined my offer of marriage,
and why she had to make me cry,
and wondering why she made me sigh,
and wondering why she made me frown,
and contemplating will I ever find love,
will I ever find true love and stop feeling down,
oh, what a terrible thought it is true,
and the thought of having my heart broken,
and wanting to poke out my eyes,
after being left wanting,
not to ever see another beautiful woman again,
but there is she is again,
beckoning me, beckoning me to her,
whilst blowing another kiss again,
oh, the bliss and what a beautiful lady she is,
and my heart it leaps,
and will shall see, what will be,
and I think, I think I am falling,
falling in love again.