Knowing the sun will shine again
I sit here basking in the midnight air
A quiet sip from my enduring courage
Thinking naughty thoughts of my lady fair
Knowing I can’t sleep when I can write
I fall back into my imaginative stupor
Only to be shook by the dawn’s yawn
Daylight kicks me swift, right in the pooper
Dreams of pretty dancing girls
Tartan skirts & gold buckles on their shoes
Legs draped in such fine stockings
High kicks, but treasure out of view
The fantasy of a joyous party
Spirited music playing a bit loud
Fiddles & bagpipes; what a scene
You pulled me out of the dense crowd
Beauty of drinking black beer all day
My stature begins to slightly tilt
You quietly asked me for a light
But there’s no pockets in this kilt
Envisioning what the night might bring
Is it possible that you could be this real
Sharing a pint in a secluded corner
A second Guinness is considered a meal
Loosen the screws
Scale down the intensity
You’re living too stressed
As is your propensity
Kick off your shoes
No purpose for those heels
Time for a life change
Soak in something you can feel
Walk a ways with me
Let the sunshine impede
My hand; avoid the tide
For this is all you need
Kicking the heads off wildflowers
But they’re often seen as weeds
I stroll throughout this lost meadow
Forgetting my list of dangled needs
Recharging my soul along the way
Knowing there’s an answer out there
Wallowing in life’s simple pleasures
Never gone, because I’ll always care
She’ll be coming around the mountain
Clinging to youthful visions of equestrians
Yet life is a swift kick to the balls
Leaving one feeling a little more pedestrian
The flowers are drinking
The sky is leaking like a sieve
Don’t kick the caps off mushrooms
For that’s where the fairies live
Down by where the river meets the sea
If you go missing me, that’s where I’ll be
Kicking stones, pondering this existence
The sun rises yet again at love’s insistence
Captain Q 