a slice of lemon in a glass

empty seat, folding table

while snow covered caps go past

just the start of a fairy tale

message in a bottle,

floating out to sea

a cave full of stars,

just for you and me

lay your hands across my back

the nerve ends are like lightening

I feel the twitch of a tickle

I hear your sweet laughing

it’s a weekend on the road

driving nowhere for fun

a bar-be-que by a lake

just us and the sun

watching stars overhead

the rising full moon

hands clasped together

I’ll be home soon.

I’ll be home soon.