It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
A variation in your voice
One decibel from your tender-loving
And I’m lost...
Things to do – will we regret?
Be bound down – never! Loving, let
Us take ‘em on and laughing...
