I couldn’t have picked a better day as I love to walk when it is sunny. Let the sun beat down upon my face, make it clear, so I can relate. Oohs and ahhs, ooh la la, living is easy, nothing to get hung about, with the frangipani flowers strewn on the ground. Sweet child of mine, where do we go now, hello I am feeling comfortably numb. Any way the wind blows, it doesn’t really matter much to me. Dream like people searching in the night and everybody’s dancin’ in a ring around the sun. Baby I want to know if love is real and if she will be a true love of mine. The room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away, no gold pavements, tired starlings with moonbeams in your dark eyes. Beauty I’d always missed with these eyes before, I really want to see you and be with you. I have my mind set on you and we can work it out if you could just imagine all the people living life in peace. It’s a love that lasts forever, drink the sweet juice from a loving cup, show her what it is to make a love song.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan and the photo is courtesy of long-time contributor Fandango and it makes me wonder if there is anything this guy can’t do.