06 July 2012
Painted.
The Night I Painted The Sky
I came from the north
Escaping convention
Modern invention that won't let me be
To the shores of St. Maarten
With my fiction addiction
To restart the fire
A dreamer's remedy
Independence Day
And all I remember
Was a midnight rainbow
That fell from the sky
As I stand on the beach
I slowly surrender
To the child in me
That can't say goodbye
The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
Oh I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
I dug in the sand like a boy on a mission
And there in my hands ... pyro's delight
A bombadier
A night time magician
I spark the sky as the rockets fly from view
The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
Oh the mortars they roar
In anticipation
Proceeding the sigh
Of the uplifted eyes
It showers us all
In sulfuric sensation
The colors shine
And a fiery rhyme tonight
The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Won't you put away your differences for a while
I am but a child when it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
That was the night
I painted the sky
- Jimmy Buffett
Labels:
appreciation,
family,
holidays,
noticing,
poetry
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