Someday somewhere in France
We'll dance, oh wonder,
No need for a second chance,
We ponder the same question
The name

I'm tamer, softer, carefully
Thinking, linking in,
Taking time
Baby steps and books and coffee
The second magic takes me whole
Not about a goal,
Not about reaching,
Nor teaching me what had to be learned
Not about being concerned.

Flowing, floating, no boasting, roasting
Or even coasting, steadily reaching
Shore.