You’re a sweet treasure willing to be found
Not standing around wasting time
Cause when you look into these deep blues eyes
Your kiss becomes a crime
 

You’re the willingness, the chance to miss
A nature all your own
You dial the numbers that connect to me
Knowing I’ll never be alone
 

You climb the highest mountain
And photograph the sea
When all I really want to touch
Is that place between you and me
 

When I laugh sometimes, my eyes well up
I’m a girl without her flame
I dreamt last night with will to fight
Screaming out your name
 

He seeks the song that’s done him wrong
A fool can’t tell the tale
Cause with sight he seeks the height
To fall would be to fail
 

Trapped within the middle and you can not run away
Dancing on love’s lost fingertips
Computing what you say
And that is everything
And that is nothing
And it means more to me
Then you could ever see
And that means mountains
And it means bubbling brooks
It means soul-seeking looks
It means so many things that you can’t see
Cause baby, it’s gotta be
 
 

Kelly C. O’Donnell  ©2001