When one man says "All the little things" He is looking into the eyes of her In love and drunk on summers wine Before the winters fall As if the endless summers were yet alive on this earth
When in reality "All of the little things" We do, and say, and act to be Are but seasons we have aligned with time Are but dusty feelings Stirring occasionally in a field full of tempered streams
As I sit here on the bitter edge of seventeen I daydream about the time the grass were green I hate the way your love makes me act like a fein Do you even think of me.
Who hadn't loved you In time, perhaps Like the wall in the painting Faded, Far from the window, And the shine On the pearl In your ear remained, "I" Am colored still With your Glow
He looked at me that child of knowing eyes, knowing eyes of iridescent blue. Blue pools gazing blue gaze searching for a link. A link of recognition. New, wise soul old,wise soul connecting smiling love.