Old

i wish i was old
and it was all done, and i knew that we made it
you,me, us, them
i just wanna know, that we'll all make it through.
him from the fourth grade
and her from the eighth
and those from the uni
and those after that
the first boy that i kissed
and the last.
i just wanna know, that we'll all get to here
and that here is somewhere, we'll all wanna to be.
i wanna be old, looking back
and i wanna like what i see

Magic Hour

There is a magic hour

That comes once everyday

When the light dances

Like a pixie playing tricks

When old secrets are known

And new ones born.

When dreams are weaved

For nights spent slumbering alone.

When little children curl

Into their parents arms,

And the love light sparks

As two pairs of eyes meet.



This crazy magic hour

That wraps us in its song

Like a midsummer night's dream

all year long.

Like a snapshot of a happy time

That makes us forget the bad.

This enchanting, elusive, perfect magic hour.