So I was listening to apple music and reading a novel. And then I stumbled on this song. Venusia by Patrice, and I was like woo…. This is a hit. So… I said why not? Let me make a cover of the song-from a writers perspective and here’s what I made… hope you like it.
In my dreams,
Under the pregnant moon we’re both running naked.
Passed the bloomed fields,all the way into the lake
where we watch our reflections float on the surface.
Twirling and vibrating-yet entangled and locked in embrace.
In my dreams,
We’re run away children from a world that is fading, freezing and engulfed by the cuffing season.Where fools get together to dig for their own-kind of gold[friends-with benefits] They hook-up to warm-up for the winter. We’re deserters of a world that hates on lovers that worship each other.
In my dreams,
We’re just two individuals who’ve understood that the world we’re leaving-behind, has no real value. Because we complement each other. Like Bonnie and Clyde, we together,redesign,create,make,and refine love.
In my dreams,
You close your eyes so you see me inside you.
While I export my love to the depth of you.You import it all, and accept it. ’cause at that moment you’re ready to die with me… So that our spirits can keep running together for eternity. You put your hand in mine, and we kiss and we kiss and we kiss.
Each kiss bearing more meaning than your passport. In my dreams we let mother nature run us, because in this world, it is shameless and true.In my dreams, we let her use us like her canvas, while we simulate love to the whispered mystery of her secrets.
In my dreams,you rhythmically whisper into my ear. Informing me of the exciting mad rush of exciting pleasure running through you. You surrender yourself to the moment. Give up your memories, your thoughts and problems. Close your eyes and run further away from the real world.
In my dreams,you’re my voice of reason. My partner in crime who guides me through life, with our crazy-but unique,motto:
“once you’re ready to die, you’ll live for ever.
once you’re ready to cry you’re truly alive.”
However, in reality,
You’re still to discover the potential we have together. You doubt my words and actions. You think I’m just another “man”. Another man who can’t keep-‘it’, together. In reality, you still have to hear me talk you into following me to Venuziah. So we can relive the vividness of my dreams. If you could only take you time to know me, maybe you will have learnt that “this life is not about being clever. It’s about the most out of life, and never forgetting where you come from.Its about taking life and extracting love from it.” Tapping it like an oil-tank somewhere in oil rich eastern part of Nigeria. In reality its about making,finding, and sharing love, out of your life. About building strong relationships in which you give and receive the emotions,pain, honesty and concurrency of love.
So shh… Listen. This me telling you to let me in. Give me a chance to prove to you that, the best thing to hold onto in life, will always be each other. Follow me ma belle, and let me lose myself inside you until you find me and confine me to the freedom of your prison. So we can always be together. Roaming freely through the bloomy fields of Venuziah. Where no one will be there to stop us from running, straight into the lakes like we used to. Follow me to Venuziah,so I can make you fall in love the way you fall asleep. Slowly,then all at once. Follow me to Venuziah, so you can place your hands-once more in mine and let the sunset watch us, kiss and kiss and kiss.
Verberile 