That old flowered Volkswagen
once so starry-eyed
I must have lost it there, that ticket
to paradise, somewhere
on the dirt back-roads
the way we would always go
to the fields, the desert,
the parks, yet time took it all away
the way it does, letting go
of your hand, when you
hardly even notice,
as somebody asks you
will you meet me on the edge?
and you slowly answer only to see
that no one is there
not even the girl with strawberry cheeks
and ruby lips, only her fragrance
and you knowing
that no one ever smelled
like her, and just a moment ago
you thought you were dying
but my silver strings were just for her,
that song that promised to go on forever
she must have let go of my hand, she must have let go…
AsIDream 