She kisses me like rainbows,
and throws me through the sky.
I’m a blackbird with an olive branch
before my eyes, I promise I
wouldn’t leave you, never ever.
Bonds will break, but hearts won’t sever
The Earth for you and me.
Never seen the end of one,
this life’s riches we’ve sold.
She’s a rainbow and she keeps me
deep in her soul, depend, her soul
makes as rubbish bags of gold,
they’re shiny, but they’re frozen cold
There’s more for you and me.
Cherishes the flower smile,
the dandelion spring.
Tethers herself to her God with
a daisy string, the daisies sing
hymns to Heaven sweetly, sweetly
runneth o’er her cup completely
and spills down upon me.
There’s a flower in a tree,
bruised and bleeding red.
Messiah, freak, or man of grief,
someone has said. The One, some said
who wouldn’t leave us sinning, spinning,
looking back to the beginning
The sky for you and me.
A poem by Randall Jones, a friend of Rambling Ever On. Check out some of his other contributions here and here.