Fly Away With Me...

Can you hear the sunset calling

Can you feel its pull

Can't you see the walls are falling

And the glass is almost full

Leaves become birds on golden wings

Singing songs of peace

Weaving cloaks of grass blade dreams

And smiles that never cease

Clouds become swirling beds of gray

Skimming mountain tops

While bringing laughing rainy days

With sweetened diamond drops

Sunlight becomes fairy dust

That makes me light as air

It paints the world with its golden touch

And silver-tints my hair

I'll understand if, when we're done

It's not your cup of tea

But I invite you past the sun

To fly away with me