walking on air

have you ever dreamed of walking through a sea
thats what the sky looked like today
a vast swirling white sea of mist
and I found myself time and again
drawn to the vast wide walls of glass
and stepping through and walking out into it
I wanna walking on air, again. i wanna fly on a voice, again.
i wanna melt of the window and drip and dissolve
into the big living throbbing mass cerrulean and white, again

Im listening to ...

You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I’d rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you say or do
I’m only just beginning
To see the real you

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I want to hold you till I die
Till we both break down and cry
I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides

Romance and all it’s strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride
But through all the insecurity
Some tenderness survives
I’m just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize fighter
Still trapped within my youth

At times I’d like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I’d like to break through
And hold you endlessly
At times I understand you
And I know how hard you try
I watched while love commands you
And I’ve watched love pass you by
At times I think we’re drifters
Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister
But then the passion flares again
sometimes when we touch, Rod-Stewart