well it's you and it's me

me with a drink in my hand

the ice is tinkling like a wind chime

and late afternoon settles over the land

and you're talking about things

interesting just slightly

and things that matter too much

to say any way but lightly



did you know you're so beautiful

on the edge of summer

that years from now

I'll cry to remember

how very close you were

knowing this will I reach for you

knowing this will I reach for you

the way you want me to



well it's time to be wise

wise in the ways of the heart

to come out from under the covers

this voluntary state of apart

from the faces, oasis

in this Sahara of sorrow

these graces that hold me

it's from you that I borrow






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