There in the wind lays definition,
she called them changing winds.
If we could recreate days of passion
perhaps then love properly gleaned.
Yet days and hours of time forgotten,
though symbolic reminders lay about
we could in simple terms relive again.
Beauty in circumstance beyond doubt.
Oh follow me on this our sensual journey
Oh follow me is this our sensual journey
Oh follow me will be our sensual journey
For it is the two of us no longer paired
though in our time so loved had we dared.
Go on and on and on as well we cared,
yes love does happen practiced and paired.
Oh follow me in this our constant journey.
© Thom Amundsen 10/1