Sometimes I wonder
sometimes I wander
most times I both.

Each that I don't the thought of you is what got me through.
A soft touch, warm embrace, I am longing for the taste.
Palm to palm, chest to chest.

Sprawled upon the lakeside grass
waiting for the dreaming of you.

Sometimes I wrought
sometimes I rot
most times I both

Each that I don't it is fitting that I'm sitting with you
chest to chest, face to face.

Sprawled upon the lakeside grass
dreaming of and waiting for
You.