Tears drop into my tea
And reflecting in the ripple
I see you my darling, and she
Love and Life at times
can seem so fickle
To wrote this: to you
A musical prose
Of the movements in my soul
What my mouth could not say,
I suppose
It was: a quiet, longing
For a return to simplicity
I feel your agony in the depths of my sorrow
It was: a mood
dug from grateful reciprocity
I’m waiting for you my lady
On the beach in a haven
Lie with me again my baby
In the light and in the dark
And make this wasteland heaven
A Quiet (24M/13W) …Longing (20M/20W) …Mood (17M/11W) to you. (15M/13W)
Little Borrowers 