Pitter, Patter

I could sleep beneath this waterfall,
Beneath water so hot
That it feels so cold,
Or maybe…
Water so cold that it feels so hot,
The pittering and pattering
Drowns the noise inside my head.
Pitter, patter,
Against the back of my ears,
Oh, how I love the sound,
Of pitter, patter,
Pitter, patter,
As the droplets hit the ground.

Wonderland (08.12.12)

Oh, what have we here?
A new road I can see,
Where upon restless rocks
Lay rusted metal keys,
To open the gates,
And quickly so quietly,
Make my escape.
I walk through the fence
To have my sight turn a blur,
And the world I once knew
No more the world I prefer.
A few steps further,
Something stops the time,
And without much thought,
I feel my heart unwind,
From a place of fear
To a place undefined,
In this place here,
I just might find…
Within grows delight,
So further I proceed,
Wandering in Wonderland,
So wonderful indeed.
Through a jungle made of vines
And wistful white, tigers eyes,
Trees adorning blue
And greener are the skies.
Wafting in the air,
Floating through the trees,
A plump pumpkin spice
And light lavender bees,
Making their way
Through fresh morning breeze,
Over the Rushing River
And between Sahara’s Seas.
It’s summer year ’round
In such sweet Wonderland,
Where beauty is found
In every sight and every sound.
Where clocks never tick,
And mules never kick,
Where music never stops,
And balloons will never pop.
Beyond the white gate
I’ve made my escape,
Near Sahara’s Seas,
And the skies colored green.
Where the lavender bees
Live in blue bashful trees,
Between jungle vines
And the tiger’s white eyes.
To say I’ve gotten lost
Would be a lavish lie,
But I couldn’t care less,
As I float into the sky.