I walk through the forest that tells me
You're the one
The wind whispers tauntingly
As my hair whips against
Hatred
But I can't hear their lies
As I dance through
the Paris meadows
The ones that aren't there
Daisies shouldn't be pink
And ballet shoes shouldn't be white
He bottles kindness
The way you remember a daydream
Whimsical
Longing
With hope
The wind and the pink daisies
Can't stop me from loving you
Whimsically
Longingly
Hopefully
He sticks out of the crowd
As the flowers did
In a grove of happily swaying trees
I was swaying too much
And I found myself
Tumbling
And landing with ease
At your jumping figure
He communicates sometimes
Using finger guns
They were aimed at me
And I fell through the pain
And into the trees
Carrying me gently
To a lifetime of smiles
The helium may reach the sun
In a moment of pure delight
But no delight comes close
To the moonlight in your
Chocolate eyes
And the sun perched
On your heart
The musket fog
Clears finally after I finish my twirls
(Each one cost me a year)
And I see you and your moonlight
Because helium lifts people
I can
At last
Drift home
To you