smooth jazz in the back of my mind,
I just let my fingers do the walking across
horizons I can only imagine,
the tangible reality still away from my conscious soul.
I do wish whenever the time is right,
I might be able to shed a light on the sanctity of respect.
We grow up in disbelief when it comes to the strength of our words and attitude,
how attainable we are to the ugliness of label,
when we walk a certain line, and break our stride according
to our own selfish needs.
I do though recall soft nights and mellow mornings,
when in our arms we would wake and a natural high,
a desire to only offer you more, while my benefit
could always wait, my pleasure would be to see the sun
light your eyes in the moment when you did
wake me again would you please,
I would to have that opportunity to bring you where
we always imagine in our quiet
sometimes take the journey upon ourselves,
yet when shared that hidden resource of romance,
my it is simply a notion turns to reality.