Jack & Jill (And The Beanstalk)

Distance doesn't keep us apart.

It's our realities in a duller Sun.

Can I stomp the ashes of the flames 

we planted here.

Fetch a pale of water 

maybe wine is better or quicker,

but down the hill we go tumbling

as a tumbleweed.

Jack bumped his head and

Jill came tumbling after!

And sow must be reaped.

And maybe what shall be watered

shall become a beanstalk to

the kingdom of a giant fiend.

Pull down the golden harp 

and outrun the king and they

say the bigger they are

the harder they fall!

And the golden harp sung their praise.

And the golden goose would lay a rainbow egg.

And so Jack & Jill...and the beanstalk 

you sold the cow for a bean,

and now your fortune is strange.

And so Jill can hatch the egg, from the golden goose,

from her cage and now time 

can heal our dreams.

The harp shined as a golden beacon. 

The wisdom of angel bright.

Jack found the seed seller was gone.

Only a empty bag and a skeleton.

His hands shaking from the utopia he feared.

That building on fire, that nail on the chalk 

became a frail figure. Dancing in the sun,

as a ghost carries me half ways to you.

But it was only so fragile this eternal tear,

ascends the sky. In a hopeless fray.