bright, clear and foolish

play upon golden strings. lift your words up until they ring like bells in our ears.

talk with me of youth, days of innocence that cut us loose so we could play like fools.

we knelt upon those sandy shores me putting my hand in yours as we prayed.

i said child we made a mess but you are my mess. and i confess i wouldn’t change a bloody thing. so let’s raise our voices and sing, sing like fools.

a song of a setting sun half as lovely as the day just done we’ll search for the words to ring in voices bright, clear and foolish.