Words And Music

Make our dreams be stone,

and our love cement.

Let our words be bone

‘round which flesh music is bent.

Plans drawn on paper,

models made of clay

build no skyscraper

without strong hands the steel to lay.

I find trust in your words as time goes by

your beautiful blue-moon eyes to the ground,

my blue eyes to the sky.

Hiking trails together our thoughts have found.

For we are more than we say,

and we are more than we do.

At the end of the night, at the end of the day,

to be as one, yes, we dance with these two.