glimpses of then

justam

Oh, wouldn't I want to remember what that's like!
to sit peacefully in my own haze of love
touch that fog of joy
bright white with the sun rising
floating up,
to ride those bubbles of happiness!
magic vehicle, ride on up
turn the key, crank it!
rattle the ice, watch it melt
warm the glass, shake two too
I've been mature and serious for a while now,
and I have to say, I love my life
but wouldn't I want to remember the times then
when I truly believed in happy endings?
I mean those types that would seem too too lucky to mention!
not some stark light of reality, but
some glowing chorus of joyful tunes
do-be, do-be, dooo two
then sound the trumpet, pound the drums,
pull the bell cord too?!
gimme some, gimme some, break out some news
come, luscious like peaches and water to the parched walker
even a bucket with a tin cup will do if
there's magic in the water
sometimes, we could go in there if
well, if
that's if,
well, if I wasn't so grown up, mature, and serious
I could remember the pure hope of my early days