Gentle morning breeze
Comes out of the misty air
Soft, mild and just right
For mid Spring days when
The scents of flowers and
Grass waft through the
Windows of our waiting souls.
Everyone is asleep, I don't
See any lanterns lit in the
Houses across the street
Nor any dogs yelping as they
Come outside in the morning
Letting everyone know they're
Awake and howl at nothing there.
The season is too early for grapes
Or I'd reach out and take two
One for me, one for you as we
See our breaths rise up into the
Mist and feel a song in our hearts.
Comes out of the misty air
Soft, mild and just right
For mid Spring days when
The scents of flowers and
Grass waft through the
Windows of our waiting souls.
Everyone is asleep, I don't
See any lanterns lit in the
Houses across the street
Nor any dogs yelping as they
Come outside in the morning
Letting everyone know they're
Awake and howl at nothing there.
The season is too early for grapes
Or I'd reach out and take two
One for me, one for you as we
See our breaths rise up into the
Mist and feel a song in our hearts.