You can ride on my oldie bike for free Yesterday I called in the double price For the spark in her eyes that I see Mellow on inside but tinted sharp eyes Like a ripple in the water in calm night Moony thoughts, paper like thin ****** cuts Her careless thoughts meet her eyes She created words that I seldom felt She sways her thready hair as I knelt As this lady gently cleans the kettles I listened to her rush, the whistle, and her lips Like the leaves flutters over a gentle wind On the shadow of a butterfly over the lilies A sun inside a drizzly morning and evening glory Like a cuckoo singing from an early winter tree A dream passed me by unknown to her A desirable woman, a lover, a passionate peer A moment of clarity, a blink, a wish to be there