{"id":221,"date":"2006-05-09T08:02:00","date_gmt":"2006-05-09T08:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=221"},"modified":"2015-11-01T11:48:19","modified_gmt":"2015-11-01T19:48:19","slug":"this-perfect-time-this-perfect-place","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2006\/05\/09\/this-perfect-time-this-perfect-place\/","title":{"rendered":"This perfect time, this perfect place…"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"This<\/p>\n

T<\/span>he sun was warm. Cherry blossom petals floated past them. His hand was in her back pocket and his nose nuzzled her hair behind her ear as they walked through the park around the little lake. She giggled. Kids squealed and played on the rolling lawn above the lake. The sky above was as blue as a painting.<\/p>\n

That night, a restless love overtook them, transporting them and transforming them and leaving them spent, lying across each other, just before dawn…<\/p>\n\n

This Perfect Day<\/span><\/p>\n

petals drift through the warm spring air
\ngot my hand on your butt got my nose in your hair
\ngot my heart on my sleeve and it’s all too clear
\neverything i wanted is all right here<\/p>\n

this perfect time this perfect place<\/span>
\na perfect tear slides down your face<\/span>
\nIt’s such a shame<\/span>
\nIt’s such a shame…<\/span><\/p>\n

the rain comes down all night long
\nwe just lie there until the dawn
\nthe world’s in your eyes and you’re in my arms
\neverything I wanted right here all along<\/p>\n

this perfect time this perfect place…<\/p>\n

one last kiss one last sigh
\none last wish though you know it’s a lie
\nOne more laugh just to not have to cry
\nI love you baby til the end of time<\/p>\n

this perfect time this perfect place<\/span>
\na perfect tear slides down your face<\/span>
\nIt’s such a shame<\/span>
\nIt’s such a shame…<\/span><\/p>\n

(c)1999 Thomas K. Major
\n1998-01-08<\/span><\/p>\n

A Year of Songs 20 April 2006<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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