The time has come

The war has been won

My future looks like a snow globe

But with sun

Filled with dreams of mistletoe

I am packing my bags

Cleaning house with old rags

Throwing them out

It feels good to be free

It feels good to be me

I keep excited thoughts in my pocket

And shoved all the bad ones out like a rocket

Old bottles of time I leave behind

It’s the beginning of something new, something sweeter

My heart is immersed in golden flames

They teeter,

Like Spanish flies.

I am about to embark on a journey of soul, mind and spirit.

I am on the tip of a bluff.

Of a psychadelic life affair

I dance to the music like it was neither here nor there

I can’t wait to awake with the London sun in my eyes,

The Parisian lust between my thighs

I will be the expatriate I have read of in books

Can’t wait to see the beautiful faces of my Catalan friends

So well as to be the main characters in my old diary books

Sifting through old photos of a past I left behind

I will climb that that tall diving board

Turn this cannonball into a swan dive

I can’t wait to walk and love again

On the old cobblestone streets of Girona

I was 15 then

I was just a child, young free and wild.

Not much has changed,

just some age

Some trials, poignant moments.

Loves had and lost

These hills that I will leave behind me

To be traded by a sea of faces.

The glowing hearts around my front door

Are now just old memories

I am left to want nothing more

Dear, glowing hearts, shiny moons,

I am leaving you for new starts and fancy champagne flutes

If love finds me this time around may I find you in my sleep?

If my passion throws me to the ground, will it be shallow or deep?

If I smash the dishes to say that I love you and I’m not Greek

Will your love swim up a river like a fish,

Or am I up a creek?

Music makes me sway, there lies a statement

No questions asked

Am I like good luck chuck

After you fall into me

Like your birthday cake from Sweet Lady Jane

I remember my first time

It was great

You robbed banks

It made sense when I saw your picture on page 6

And now it’s 10 years later

How are all your cars

I bet they didn’t move far

Like a poker player, you saved face and wanted me to visit you

With maintenance of my class and grace

I open my eyes in the morning, I have been in love so many times

Bouts of love, of different shapes and sizes

It keeps me aware

It keeps me awake