Simple Things

If the wind takes me away on a rainbow breeze
And I strap on tight this harness of ease
I search deep down into my instrument of strings
And revel in the joy of the simple things

Tip toe away from the mis-stepping prose
Deflecting the bullets of the erected nose
And dive way down into the deepest rings
In my desperate search for the simple things

Off on the horizon lies the furtive feast
The one I seek who lets me release
With golden hair and crystal springs
She helps me embrace the simple things

Comfortably nestled in her arms within
Coupled together with a Cheshire grin
Captured I am when she starts to sing
As I mesh and blend into the simple things