16, Maybe Less

Beyond the ridge to the left

You asked me what I want

Between the trees and cicadas

Singing round the pond

I spent an hour with you

Should I want anything else?

One grin and wink

Like the neon on a liquor store

We were 16, maybe less

Maybe a little more

I walked home smiling

I finally had a story to tell

And now in autumn time, lullaby

Sing our newborn love to sleep

My brother told me he saw you there

In the woods, morning on Christmas Eve

Waiting

I met my wife at a party

When I drank too much

My son is married

And tells me we don't talk enough

Call it predictable

Yesterday my dream was of you

Beyond the ridge to the west

The sun had left the sky

Between the trees and the pond

You put your hand in mine

Said time has bridled it's bow

But I remember you too

And now in autumn time, lullaby

Sing our newborn love to sleep

I dreamed that I traveled and found you there

In the woods, morning on Christmas Eve

Waiting