Clair De Lune

When evening comes ‘round
I hear you beddy-bye making sounds in the bathroom.
Taking down your hair,
Glowing under low-lit bulbs over big mirrors
Looking into them and thinking thoughts full as the
Kitchen counter with coffee cups come morning.
Soon you’ll be in bed,
Softly pressed between soft sheets of white and I’ll be coming
To tuck us in.
It’s nice to have someone to walk along the raindrop days,
It’s good to feel that soft vibration like piano keys
Lay next to me to lull me to sleep.
What’s more, we’ve only just begun…
I know, I know,I’m coming to bed now.