Strawberries

Much more like in a movie scene when I was lucid dreamin’

I entered the train with no ticket and no scheme

now you’re talking about leaving, about packing your bags

I scent the orange trees in the morning from my bed

I end up the scenario by opening my eyes

when they me ask how I am, by times I lie

it would sound romanticized, life’s a strawberry pie

I just feel quite right, red and yellow as the sky

If you are but a dream, Etta's voice reaches me softly

Like the jasmine blooms from the patio across me

It catches me cold, ain’t it all somehow on the brink?

Pondering our freedom, preservation of democracy

I drift back to reality, the sun’s clouding my sight

I spend the afternoon on the terrace lounger writing

40 moons and counting and I'm never getting fed up

raise my head up to the sun and wish I never wake up

The city lights are fading when the morning light arises

I’m tangled in the sheets and I’m lost in your goodbyes

send them back into the night, I decide to wake up softly

to the aroma of your morning coffee

Count the seconds til it happens and yet it’s a surprise

this so damn happy face with these deep brown eyes

and this one smile, sweet like a strawberry pie

I’m floating through the colors as the hours pass by