Flying Dreams
Flying Dreams
Dream by night
Wish by day
Love begins this way.
Loving starts
When open hearts
Touch, and stay.
Sleep for now
Dreaming's how
Lover's lives are planned.
Future songs
And flying dreams,
Hand, in hand.
Love it seems
Made flying dreams
So hearts, could soar.
Heaven sent
These wings were meant
To prove, once more.
That love is the key....
Love is the key.
You and I
Touch the sky
The eagle and the dove.
Nightingales
We keep our sails
Filled with love.
And love it seems
Made flying dreams,
To bring you home to me....
Love it seems
Made flying dreams
So hearts, could soar.
Heaven sent
These wings were meant
To prove, once more.
That love is the key....
Love is the key.
You and I
Touch the sky
The eagle and the dove.
Nightingales
We keep our sails
Filled with love.
Ever strong
Our future song,
To sing it must be free.
Ev'ry part
Is from the heart,
And love is still the key.
And love it seems
Made flying dreams
To bring you home
To me..
Wow, I'm posting two days in a row. Don't hold your breath, you know how these things go, I post a while and then I disappear. But I'm trying not to since this is really my only outlet. The long and short of today was I watched two movies, did some homework...
...and read through an old diary/journal that spanned from 1992-1997. Aside from the fact that I found myself at times extremely self-centered (hopefully that was because I was 12) I kept seeing this recurring hope to find someone to be with. And you know what, that hasn't disappeared. As I get older it just seems to be more damning that, in the end, I'm just gonna be alone. Yeah, you're going to say I'm not THAT old yet, that something can happen. Well, let's look at my prospects.
Oh yeah, that's right, there aren't any. I mean, it's pretty sad that nearly 10 years after I wrote my final "hopeful entry" about finding a prom date for my senior prom and perhaps finding a guy at college, all I can answer with is a resounding, "Yeah right."
What happened to those dreams? Apparently they are, "Flying Dreams," possibly only a hope of something I dearly want that isn't meant to be.
I hope not.
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Dream by night
Wish by day
Love begins this way.
Loving starts
When open hearts
Touch, and stay.
Sleep for now
Dreaming's how
Lover's lives are planned.
Future songs
And flying dreams,
Hand, in hand.
Love it seems
Made flying dreams
So hearts, could soar.
Heaven sent
These wings were meant
To prove, once more.
That love is the key....
Love is the key.
You and I
Touch the sky
The eagle and the dove.
Nightingales
We keep our sails
Filled with love.
And love it seems
Made flying dreams,
To bring you home to me....
Love it seems
Made flying dreams
So hearts, could soar.
Heaven sent
These wings were meant
To prove, once more.
That love is the key....
Love is the key.
You and I
Touch the sky
The eagle and the dove.
Nightingales
We keep our sails
Filled with love.
Ever strong
Our future song,
To sing it must be free.
Ev'ry part
Is from the heart,
And love is still the key.
And love it seems
Made flying dreams
To bring you home
To me..
Wow, I'm posting two days in a row. Don't hold your breath, you know how these things go, I post a while and then I disappear. But I'm trying not to since this is really my only outlet. The long and short of today was I watched two movies, did some homework...
...and read through an old diary/journal that spanned from 1992-1997. Aside from the fact that I found myself at times extremely self-centered (hopefully that was because I was 12) I kept seeing this recurring hope to find someone to be with. And you know what, that hasn't disappeared. As I get older it just seems to be more damning that, in the end, I'm just gonna be alone. Yeah, you're going to say I'm not THAT old yet, that something can happen. Well, let's look at my prospects.
Oh yeah, that's right, there aren't any. I mean, it's pretty sad that nearly 10 years after I wrote my final "hopeful entry" about finding a prom date for my senior prom and perhaps finding a guy at college, all I can answer with is a resounding, "Yeah right."
What happened to those dreams? Apparently they are, "Flying Dreams," possibly only a hope of something I dearly want that isn't meant to be.
I hope not.
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