I twirl my cocktail umbrella
comforted by its serene shade...

I imagine that gleaming city lights,
are falling on your curly strands of cinnamon...

I feel stretched like a lazy house cat
yawning on the happily lit porch...

Red is for those sweet sung apples
dipped in flowing caramel...

I want to be your thunder
and make your heart tremble...

Welcome back sonny
won't you take a seat right here...

I needed to get away
even if just for a moment...

Do you remember the fiddler on ole sycamore tree?
It was given another chance to solely play...

Don't you want to go back to those sunlit days
where we would stretch our hands and catch golden...

My acrobatic butterfly,
if you simply twist and spin this way...

You capture my breath
I'm on the verge of mesmerizing death...

Murky shadows suffocated
as heavy clouds pressed against my back...