The Realm of Love

I don't understand your terminology;
You say love is just a feeling fooling us.
Might as well succumb to mere mythology,
Where love is an imp with arrows venomous.

Is love something we can trust?
Is it more than what we feel?
Does it consist of stardust?
Vanna, should I spin the wheel?

What if love is an inner thunder, 

A pulse we can not sense until we see
That we are more than what we think we own,
And more than the things we're dreaming of?

And what if love is an unseen wonder,
Beyond the mist that clouds what we shall be?
Will we ever know as we are known?
Will we step into the realm of love?

No, it's not a clicked link in our gadgetry,
And it's not a cosmic message staticky.
Far beyond our circuit-circus pageantry,
Love is longing for the day when we will see (that)...

Love is an inner thunder, 

A pulse we can not sense until we see
That we are more than what we think we own,
And more than the things we're dreaming of.

And love is an unseen wonder,
Beyond the mist that clouds what we shall be.
Will we ever know as we are known?
Will we live inside the realm of love?

(instrumental interlude)

Too many definitions;
It's all a skewed hieroglyph.
What's with all the conditions?
It's puzzling, yeah, but what if...

What if love is an inner thunder, 

A pulse we can not sense until we see
That we are more than what we think we own,
And more than the things we're dreaming of?

And what if love is an unseen wonder,
Beyond the mist that clouds what we shall be?
Will we ever know as we are known?
Will we dance inside the realm of...

Love, where is it?
Lead me to it.
I need it.
Gotta find it.
The realm of love...
The realm of love...
The realm of love...

© 2020 David Acosta

Are You Gonna Dance, or What?

The day is fading,

And the band is waiting

For you to make up your mind.

The bass is grooving,

While you're disapproving:

"It's all just so unrefined."

So you quit and sit this one out, as well,

And you wait for someone to break the spell.

Like an unimpressed, immovable tower;
Like a vibrant force relinquishing power,

You're stuck in a self-made rut.

Are you gonna dance, or what?

The world is spinning,
But your hopes are thinning;
You've shouted your last amen.

Your dream is calling,

But you just keep stalling;
You settle for less again.

So you quit and sit this one out, as well,

And you wait for someone to break the spell.

Like an unimpressed, immovable tower;
Like a vibrant force relinquishing power,

You're stuck in a self-made rut.

Are you gonna dance, or what?

And who are you listening to?

That isn't your true point of view.

It's a voice you recognize;

It's a lame litany of lies.

But it mesmerizes you; it's so entrancing.

And you're snoozing again when you should be dancing.

But you're calm and cool in your comfy shell.

And you say, "it's my life, and what the hell."

Like an overdressed, over-it-all wallflower;

Like a great empire in its final hour,

You;re languishing in your rut.

Are you gonna dance, or what?

Are you gonna dance, or what?

Are you gonna dance, or what?

Are you gonna?

© 2020 David Acosta