I can't help but dream of you
and me, sitting, drinking cups of tea.
Talking, mildly discussing, of the color blue;
all its hues and its philosophy
Alone without the fussy world
distracting. To Be, no fear, simple.
And in the crashing waves of endless Time
we could stop.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
I can't help but dream of you
and me, sitting, drinking cups of tea.
Talking, mildly discussing, of the color blue;
all its hues and its philosophy
Alone without the fussy world
distracting. To Be, no fear, simple.
And in the crashing waves of endless Time
we could stop.
