July 6, 2010

Brooklyn Bridge Park

Underneath the lilac tree
I'll close my eyes and suddenly
I'm 10 years old and running through
Open field, chasing after you
Sounds of summer fill my ears
If I live 10,000 years
I'll never feel as good as this

There is nothing to demand
No algebra to understand
Just sunlight on a freckled face
And everything in its right place

Simple things turn magical
Minutes freeze like popsicles
They drip their seconds down our shirts

There is nothing to control
No question mark left on our souls
Just sunlight on a freckled face

There is nothing to demand
No politics to understand
Just sunlight on a freckled face
Everything in its right place
Everything in its right place

-Sunlight by Mason Jennings