Bottled Sunshine

Bottle up the sunshine
so you can taste it on your tongue
tonight's the night to be alive,
darling, we're so young.

But young is young is young is young,
we're falling ever fast.
Too soon we'll be all grown up,
sunshine can't forever last.

That feeling of those freedom days,
the ones that winter brings to memory:
of songs and summer, love and light,
of shifting sunrise and the sea.

Bottle up this feeling
of the sweet october rain.
The season's sinking 'neath horizon,
fearful to ne'er be seen again.

Promises and cobwebs
flutter down like tattered leaves,
the sunshine e'er falling...
just a memory.

So scared to need the caffiene,
addictions on the rise.
What if the ghosts come back fast?
What if you see them when you close your eyes?

No, darling, we have sunshine,
bottled up like sweet perfume.
Memory of faded smiles,
memory of clouds that loom.

Second day of summer
sings sweetly on our palms,
it's everywhere, can you feel it?
Can you feel it in this calm?

It's like the melody unheard,
unforgotten, everywhere...
Screamed out with the morning breeze
and hidden in the evening air.

Maybe, just maybe these poems,
maybe they mean nothing to you.
But sunshine's bottled for the winter...
yellow days for nights of blue.