here we sit on a bench resting on clouds. a deep and penetrating blue. just you and i
we laugh as we recall memories, tell stories, looking into each other's eyes perhaps windows to our hearts
but the wind blows softly of change. slowly it floats by but i will wish it come slower.
for when the train comes you will board on your journey
and i will have to go on mine
where will it take us, where do we stop?
and when we pass by each other, will you have the same longing that leaps in my soul?
