Come away with me
high above any nervous weather
and sound of city thunder
where heaven doesn’t fade from the uncertain sky
I’m waiting with my favorite suit on
the one with love poems in every drifting pocket
. . . Two are in the form of letters never mailed
They don’t want to come uninvited
. . . out of the blue
and be returned to sender . . . a bittersweet
Come away with me
high above any nervous weather
where fickle wind doesn’t complain
and the naive sun laughs at the befuddled rain
I belong to you
like avid moonlight on a devoted river
. . . far beyond the twain
where constellations bloom
just below a soaring dream
Come away with me
I’m waiting with my favorite suit on
. . the one with love poems in every drifting pocket
where chattering flowers grow
. . . daisies from a diary of whim
. . . a garden of delights written too soon
. . . out of the blue
I belong to you like avid moonlight on a devoted river
Come away with me . . .