getting sappy just before bed time
sunrise on the blue line
I can remember when I first saw you
You said in my photograph I looked more far away
I laughed and smiled and didn’t say “I am a bit afraid to be here.”
Setting free the anchor and looking past the shore
It’s a sea of horses on ships with no sails, no motors, no oars
Now we’re cleaning the windows between us two
Funny, you do it once, and then again, and pretty soon
the fingerprints and dust...
But I’ve begun to trust the view here.
this is wonderland