Summer Morning

The wind is chilled just enough this morning-
                   -or afternoon. I forget which one it is.

Always at peace shifts my mind when this beautiful dried and weakened heart
that looks at me so trustingly
sheds tears of his own.

Huddle close to me and take anything at all you can find that you need.
I would give you every ounce of blood, every happy memory
if only it would make you never weep again.

Pretty one, come with me to the lake today and we’ll sail away.
We’ll never look back,
                                        we’ll keep our eyes on the horizon.