I Wrote You A Song

I Wrote You A Song

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

I wrote you a song, but I can’t sing

I can’t dance and I can’t talk,

But I’m standing here telling you everything

A late night ad on television

For pennies a day, I can save a starving musician’s life

He can sing and dance

Will he sing you my song?

It started out about a shot across my bow

A warning I paid little heed to

Full steam ahead

Dive, dive, dive

There was a line about avoiding the coastline

Stay in deep waters

The waves can be too high at sea though

Our vessel more suitable to streams and rivers

Maybe he can sing to you about death

The “Big Sleep” that awaits us all

How I hope you’ll be by me then

How I hope the gravedigger digs two,

But keeps them shallow enough that we can feel the rain

Those songs have been sung

I wrote you a song, but I can’t dance

I can’t sing and I can’t talk

I’m just standing here telling you everything

I’ll have him sing about “love”

He has the crooners voice that’ll make you swoon,

Especially if singing about “love”

I’ll write lines about how strong my love is

I can write about how I will always love you more

It’s so hard to please you though

Gifts just gathering dust in the closet

Forgotten children of a broken marriage

You wanted those shoes so bad

That hasn’t been sung about yet

Or has it?

What if he sings about “dreams”?

Too cliché

There are too many songs about “dreams”

Shattered dreams and broken dreams

Acquired and unattainable

Dreams of forever and dreams of tomorrow

The song could be about that I guess

There’s always room for one more

I wrote you song, but I can’t talk

I can’t sing and I can’t dance

I’m just standing here telling you everything

The starving musician is gone now

Moved on to better paying gigs

Nickels a day is better than pennies

Your song, the one I wrote for you

It just sits on a shelf

High up in the closet

Shrouded by dust and shadows

Out of sight and out of mind

Next to those shoes I bought you

The best place for it

It wouldn’t change anything

A song can’t change a person

A song can’t fix a relationship

I wrote you a song anyway

I wrote you a song about “you”

I wrote you song, but I can’t sing

I can’t dance and I can’t talk

I’m just standing here telling you everything

I wrote you a song

It was your song…

Dreams of Trampolines

Dreams of Trampolines

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

You drape yourself across my shade

You nuzzle my neck

Glorious

Only a dream

A dream built by a day spent like summer vacation

The Sun was low on the horizon

The humidity was high

Your shirt was clinging to your skin

I don’t wear jealousy well

Jealous of a piece of clothing

You stretch out like Cleopatra on this black circle in the sun

Curl your arms against your chest

I wonder if there is space for me

I want to be in that little spot

The one between your arms that feels like I can’t lose

You lay your head in your hands

It’s “Show and Tell” time

All I brought was my heart and it’s on my sleeve

That feeling I got when I was 12 is fluttering in my stomach

That first kiss

This trampoline we use as a nesting place

It’s starting to play tricks on my eyes

Are you floating away from me

Or am I just jumping to high?

That spot we found

The one while on our adventure

It’ll always be ours

That waterfall is ours

Walk thru and wash away our pasts

Step into the blue sky that is the limit of our future

Standing on top of the world

The sun is gone

The moon is full

I recreate that day in dreams

In dreams I look for you

I find the footprints of your passing

I’m not a good tracker,

But I look for you until morning light

In dreams, I become lost

My head gets stuck on another time

A time when I spent a day like summer vacation

I jumped for joy and found a waterfall

I spent a day like Antony

You were my Cleopatra

That day was the wounded chance

You draped yourself across my shade

You nuzzled my neck

Glorious

Only a dream