Her View ~ His View

Deep hues of orange and blue
court the stars,
while crickets sing a melody.
You sing to me, dear,

I'd like to stay and sing,
but the game of the season's on
I'm afraid I'd miss the kickoff.

about children soon to come,
of the swing chair on the front porch
where we will grow old,
together.

Sweetheart, we're not married,
and the swing chair's broken.
I really must be leaving,
the game is beginning without me.

The sun is disappearing now,
behind lonely purple hills,
and low puffs of cotton candy
painted blue with God's finger.

I'm tempted to hold you, hun
but it's cold out here and dark.
Let's go inside where it's warm
and watch the game.

Hold me close and softly whisper,
sweet things to soothe my mind
yet excite my heart and ignite my soul.

Maybe we'll turn off the lights,
during halftime while the band plays.
Maybe then...

Kiss my ear, nuzzle my neck,
forget the worries of a world best forgotten.
Stay with me and the moonlight.

I'll get caught up
in the mood of the moonlight,
and the first game of the season.

copyright March 1993