Come away with me 

high above any nervous weather 

and sounds 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 . . .