Staring up at this 18th century bell tower
Feeling calm, then suddenly a quiver
Dwarfed kneeling submissively at the sculpture of a ruler
Spear and ax entwined in grapevines wrapped around stone pillars
I welcomed the guidance bestowed upon me
Playing a disciple in my master's scriptures
Under a museum of bones in a basement of butterflies
We found the security from the flickering skies
Escaped, father and son from the thunder
Spire and steeple from the luster
Never felt so close to this biological stranger
Robin Hood themes down thespian row
Destinations unknown spanning the globe
Shakespearean dreams on midsummer nights
Available in October, just a ticket to buy
Towering lights shine down, collective hush in the crowd
I've released all my rage above this open-air stage
Losing myself again while playing pretend
The clock doesn't spin when time drifts in your head
In a garden of marigolds an old man is talking gibberish in pastels
There's a posh gallery in his mind, his art deemed sensational
Inside an organ pavilion five loners prayed for a soothing melody
But we'd never sing or dance in this El Dorado sanctuary
Admiring eyes signal an alluring brunette
My mirror image, but extravagant
Reflecting off rain puddles on a rose petal path
A Turkish beauty from Germany
Zuhal took my breath
M-shaped couples picnicking and sightseeing assure my belief in true love
Amusement in a stroller is entertainment enough
The most precious gifts are bequeathed from above