going on a bear hunt

we're going on a bear hunt
we're living in a flop house
we're walking on the sidewalk
we're taking midnight flights out

i'm sure i could walk on air, tonight, knowing what i now know. i'm sure there are a million-odding places i'm now brave enough to go.

brave enough, and well-prepared. thorough, righteous, never scared. a little bit nasty - there's a good bear. baring teeth with transport shared.

we all have fear - this well i know. our fears are different, but all quite human. fear's power can be mollified. (with clouds! with clouds. sunshine and its clouds.) we can't change the weather, but better together are the folks who find fine feathered friends to line down up their nests, close to chest, badge on breast.

clear for takeoff, and touchdown, and goal. clear to go galloping, bright as a foal. clear for my eyes to see, misty and fine like three peas in one pod, all truth under god, and fondness in flightiness, sporting a chance to be seen, to be reached, to be touched, to be much, much more than you ever always were.

and we're going there, together. we could go there, together. we could live there, and be there, set up three chairs, or four. find some stool-pigeon vernacular to get us plum started, rat what i always ever wanted you to know:

that i wanted to be picked up, and lifted, and scorted, and taken; unstolen, unbroken, untaunted, untainted.

that the deepest of my wounds is the one that you laid me, without asking, just knowing, that this core must be pierced, that this friendship is dear'st.

a cruise of camaraderie, likening you to the imagined me, and a honk and a whistle off the side of street - the sunny side, the stormy side, the funny side of the street.

endeared 'til the end of all things that we've envisioned, instaneously apprised and well-avenged and we-decisioned.

i'm finding i can fly, you see. i'm finding i can jump to float. i'm finding unbelievable this luck of mine - i gloat!

the bear hunt, the bear hunt. we're going on a bear hunt. we're dancing through a midnight sky, dreaming through a midnight world, awake for us to bear-hunt.

the bear we hunt is glorious, and various, and true. the bear is just the cautious me, a-hunting through for you.

exploding all with earnestness
with shock and awe and vye
we're going on a bear hunt
i'm sure we don't know why