Time was somewhere else In a universe of two Bewitched and bedazzled There was only you The light, the air The space between Charged by the sparks That cannot be seen Colors overflow Molecules conspire Angels hold their breath And stop to admire The light, the air The space between Charged by the sparks That cannot be seen by Richard W. Bray
I lift my lids and all is born again. —Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl's Love Song So many dreams Inside my head Treasure and triumph And beauty and dread I lift my lids To you instead What disappeared Is born anew My moon-struck songs Are all of you Drops of bliss Like morning dew Rise and roar And meet the world Music until now Unheard My dream my life My thunderbird by Richard W. Bray
I see you beautiful I see you free I wish you had some time To be with me I see you beautiful I see you true I dream about a world That's full of you I'll treat you like a princess If you give me a chance I see you beautiful I see you strong I really like the way We get along I see you beautiful I see you smart I can't even say What you do to my heart I'll treat you like a princess If you give me a chance by Richard W. Bray
Tell me on a Friday If it isn't working out Give me two days To cry my eyeballs out I'll arise on Monday morning With a pile of work to do Before I can remember There's no more me and you The paradise where roses bloom Is just another lonely room Tell me on a Friday When my day is done And all my happy hopes Can set with the sun I'll have 48 hours To completely fall apart Then I'll pull myself together And resuscitate my heart The paradise where roses bloom Is just another lonely room by Richard W. Bray
I'm a whole lot crazy I'm not an itty bitty crazy Not a teensy weensy crazy I'm a whole lot crazy over you She says to wait your turn As my insides start to churn I'm a whole lot crazy I'm not an itty bitty crazy Not teensy weensy crazy I'm a whole lot crazy over you She says that she supposes Send more jewelry and roses I'm a whole lot crazy I'm not an itty bitty crazy Not a teensy weensy crazy I'm a whole lot crazy over you She says you're really sweet I might let you wash my feet I'm a whole lot crazy I'm not an itty bitty crazy Not a teensy weensy crazy I'm a whole lot crazy over you She says we might get together Maybe someday, maybe never I'm a whole lot crazy I'm not an itty bitty crazy Not a teensy weensy crazy I'm a whole lot crazy over you by Richard W. Bray
Your song is the sunshine Your song is the rain Jacarandas swaying Humming your refrain Both ends of the rainbow And everything between Celebrate your memory You’ll always be my Queen Your song is in the heavens Cooing like a dove Everyone who knew you Is better for your love by Richard W. Bray
I'm at the tip of the top There's a pep in my step I got the hippity hop Winning all of my bets I’m hanging on a hope Met a special sort of friend I’m such a silly old dope Am I falling again? Gonna get a new start I’m so happy I could scream For the bounce in my heart And the sparkle in my dreams I’m hanging on a hope Met a special sort of friend I’m such a silly old dope Am I falling again? By Richard W. Bray
a movie in the afternoon
with you
a walk, a talk, a Gershwin tune
with you
in a cabin in the hills
with you
in a field of daffodils
with you
snuggle on the coldest night
with you
feeling safe and holding tight
with you
everything is warm and true
with you
in a universe of two
with you
by Richard W. Bray
How’d you make the world
Collapse and disappear?
How’d you make your voice
The only thing I hear?
How’d you take my troubles
And tear them all apart?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
How’d you patch me up
And nurse me back to health?
How’d you create a world
Where time was someplace else?
How’d you erase the past
And make a whole new start?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
by Richard W. Bray
all day long
I think of you
subsisting on
your residue
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
warmth and style
and royal blue
all wrapped up
inside of you
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
your hair, your smile
your ballyhoo
I would pay
to be your shoe
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
sophistication
through and through
you’ll never play
the ingénue
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
I live for love
I never knew
the psycho ward
is overdue
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
by Richard W. Bray
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