My birthday is tomorrow, and it is warm outside, but there is a slight chill in the air
(ONLY Boone, in APRIL) ...
And I want to kiss your hand ... HAND?
You heard what I said ... your hand!
Soft and oh so strong, rippling with tender but abrasive movements
And my 19th birthday is tomorrow
I cannot wait to grow older ...
I just want to be wiser and softer and nicer and
Who am I? I don't know.
Toss a coin - maybe it'll offer you a glimpse
Sneak a peek at my soul and decide for yourself.
My whirlwind of thoughts will rush at your heart ...
But you cannot give me reason enough to send your waves
On the course of the ocean I sail
Away on a grassy plain, my long lost Mother cries for me
Her name is Night or another label perhaps better known in your mind
One of the legendary goddesses ...
And she hides not, fears not, bruises not, angers not and loves
Not inside the room will you find yourself
But outside in the breezes and the setting sun
But tomorrow's my 19th birthday ...
Mother - what will you give me?
Father - what wish shall you grant me?
Daddy - how long can you bear me?
Mama - how long can you exist without me?
Tears in my eyes for those who can find no comfort in the wind -
The breeze dry them and lift my hair and spirits all at once
The nighttime cleanses my heart
And brings a longing of unknown proportions
To the depths of my innocence ...
Do ya have some, girl? YES I DO.
I have it locked in a treasure chest, wood inlaid with gold
My Pandora's Box of whims and ideals and beauty
INNOCENCE - HA! Yes I am.
I cannot turn back time, but I can become new and unique and me.
I am not an afterthought, but I am irreversible and irreverent and restless.
But I can come back
My inheritance is of greater worth than the mortal mind can conceive
But in order to gain it, my parents need not die -
Only determine my readiness - My death will not occur in your lifetimes
My 19th birthday is tomorrow ...
Time is relative
to WHO you are
WHAT you are &
WHERE you come from.
My goblet is destined to rest upon the lips of the immortal
And He who drinks WILL be satisfied
And, even in my humble state,
I can offer so much more that you'll ever be aware.
But my 19th birthday is tomorrow, and
ALL I WANT is "hugs".