I could meet you strolling on a budding summer day
Underneath the flowers of your garden we could lay
You could tell me stories - I could sing you songs in the shade
We could drink a cold wine on a blanket in the grass
Marvel at the sunlight falling through the tilted glass
You could show me pictures - I could fall asleep on your arm
Silently, we could tie violets in a bracelet you could wear
Rising, we could go striding past the market stalls in the square
We could watch the sun's descent - whisper in the rising wind
Vanish with the shadows in the shade
On my awakening, count the freckles on your skin
Quietly ascertain which life we are in today