The pad of your thumb
draws circles on my shoulder blade
as we lay naked
atop the blanket of grass.

Beneath the oak,
amidst the

The Vision Of Us

The vision of us
So clear in my mind
Walking hand in hand
Leaving all worries behind

The vision of us
Growing

Slow-dancing Across a Crowded Room

Slow-dancing across a crowded room the band strikes up to the beat of our steps and

If ever time stood still,

I will see the course we are taking,

At least something original,

In enchantment of a dream.

She dreamed a dream she'd never dreamed before

A garden of roses, a hundred or more

Half awake, sharing a perfect kiss