You and I are old souls, young at heart.
You and I have a will that writes our dreams...

You are the focus of my preening,
the lifting sunrise to my own love...

Bitterness sings the colours of my pain;
Loss, sorrow and hate meeting in refrain...

The gently tapered wings of swift lake swallows...
through the air like soft whispering sighs, while...

Autumn came in my front door
bringing colors I adore...

O' still the night stars shine so bright
on the trail to the place you'll be...

They stared across the tableâ??minds...
And one could tell they\'d grown accustomed to...

I'm grateful for the silent time
To think and make a plan...

Standing stripped of all pretension,
proudly I'm prepared to state...