Here I sit...deep in thought...needing no-one...
My coffee goes cold...the river shines...bridges, boats and streetlights...
I'm deep in thought...my folded paper...read by the breeze...I close my eyes...
I hold my breath -
You explode into my life in a blaze of hair and smiles,
I jump and knock the table, spill the coffee on the paper
And you say: 'Can I sit here a while?'
I wake up...you dry your hair...look out at the river...
You're deep in thought...I watch you breathe...you're beautiful...
The curtain stirs...the open window lets in the city...you're beautiful...
I close my eyes ---
You explode into my face in a blaze of hair and smiles,
I forget myself, where I have to be,
And who I am ,well who I used to be,
And you say: 'Won't you hold me a while?'.
But I must fly, a year goes by, and everyday I crave that day,
Your smile, your laugh; a photograph can't duplicate the love we made:
It germinates the seed of pain of losing that you planted in me.
Everyday I sit and dream, and everyday I hone the scene.
Here I sit...appearing to be deep in thought..my coffee goes cold...
My faded paper not quite right...another river...another continent
I move the paper...just so...now the breeze...to make...the magic work again...
I close my eyes...all is still...
You explode into my mind in a blaze of hair and smiles,
I jump and knock the table, worried faces blur together,
Birds and buildings wheel above me,
Spill the coffee on the paper, and my life, my life onto the pavement...