Little Lover

Little lover stay...

the wind is blowing your name

across the water of my lake

and through the willow trees.

but like your name will you come to me?

I like to think you're writing this for me

in the dark of your bedroom

or maybe

it just may be

in that autumn world, closed within a stone wall

with beautiful straw colored fields

and deep orange, sunkissed trees.

Our own little space

where you layed with me and said,

I will forever remember this time and place,

it's a wonderful song that I can hear with my heart,

every time I see your face