The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Monday, June 28, 2010

If I Could Go.

If I could go live in the northernest North,
Where the Inuits and Polar bears play,
I'd bring you along,
And write you a song,
And we'd dance the year's night away.

If I could go, to the heart of the sun,
Where the light of our world comes from.
I'd off our pairs of shoe,
Just me and you,
And to the warmth our frozen toes would succumb.

If I could go, on a trek to the jungle,
Where the tigers and snakes sneak around.
I'd climb up a tree,
with you with me,
And we would hang far above the leaved ground.

If I could go, to the bottom of the sea,
Where the angler fish, and giant-squid lurk.
I'd take you with me,
and we soon would see,
All the mermaids coming home from work.

If I could go, to the lounge in our room,
Where DVDs and remotes lie on the floor,
I'd make us some yum popcorn,
with it each others hair we'd adorn,
So I'd have to go to the kitchen to make us some more.


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