At the End of the Day

At the End of the Day       Written in 2011; Edited on July 26, 2012

At the end of the day,

All we'll have is our love.

We'll have tossed

All creature comforts aside

For just one last trip

Up that Smoky Mountain high.

If we should perish after that,

Then we should commence forth

With our collective executions -

Our spirits forever mingling

In the void of time and space

Between Heaven and Earth.

All fear aside, though,

Let the power of Nature

Rip through our bosoms

In one fell swoop.

We're just two souls

Soon to be joined

In God's harmonious symphony.

At the end of the day,

They say the sun

Will be shining bright,

Though I feel as if

I'll be howling in heat

At a full moon tonight.

You will be here,

And the party too.

What sweet memories

That will manifest!

Chaos amidst the midnight breeze,

And a night where we propagate 

And begin the next generation

At the cue of a sweet ear's whisper.

O', sweet delights!

And I howl at the moonlit night,

Arms around you good and tight.

We have only ourselves to blame

If we fail to capitalize on the moment.

At the end of the day,

O' at the end of the day,

The moon will be shining bright.

I've got to stand tall -

Stand tall and deliver the goods.

I've got to show her

Why I'm the man of her dreams,

Why she's the woman

Whose body, heart, and soul I crave -

That I've got the goods,

The goods to deliver Heavenly bliss,

The goods to bring about

The type of passion

That is, to say, carnal;

That is to commence forth

At the end of the day,

For that is when creatures

Like us roam wild.