Friday, April 23, 2010

when we get there

When we get there
I know I will smile
The final destination
To know that there is no more
no more running around
no more planning
just loving and laughing

When we get there
I will dance to a song
with deep basses that beat my heart
with trumpets that move me
with strings that vibrate my bones
with pipes that bring me to my knees
with a never ending crescendo

When we get there
I will finally be happy.

The thought of never having to worry about anything ever again is more than I can bare.
I will always love this planet but my heart does not belong here.