my dear my friend my love my heart

 

do not waste your mornings

frying bacon for me

let us climb in our boots pull on our hats

we will run up the hill behind the house

 

360⁰ visions of painted silken skies

wind ices deep into our bones

tossing salty shivers of rewards

…our wide eyes delight in more than mountains

 

let us hold the joy we share for escapades

and dreams long enough to spill onto

the dirt road behind the corner store

that begs for us and waits to be explored

 

might as well pinch the cheeks of babies too

no innuendo no hidden thought propped

up to stand in the middle of the room

with wild abandon let’s grab our coats

 

and wind our way to the main street

store where they sell everything from

pick-up sticks to Levis and lace where we

also drink herbal tea with noisy slurping sounds

 

we do not waste our days on the insignificant

my dear my friend  my love my heart

instead we ride on carousel camels laughing

so much and loud it pains our ears

 

when permission to sing is granted

the lyrics long on soul and sadness

they touch for us what went before the

promises for tomorrow’s steadiness

 

do not waste your evenings

frying chicken for me my love

let us stuff logs into the stove instead

…and kiss the night away