Saturday Morning

Bu2

Sky partly cloudy
hazy and lazy
I lie here in bed and hold you

Dreams like a whisper
warm and earthy
comforting scents to enfold you

Saturday morning
drifts into day
slowly like liquid
I prefer it that way

Yes wake me up gently
start the day late
the chores and the shopping
will just have to wait

This time is ours
for sharing and caring
for keeping the world out of bounds

This time is needed
hours, all alone
for getting our feet off the ground

Saturday morning
drifts into day
slowly like liquid
I prefer it that way

Yes wake me up gently
start the day late
the chores and the shopping
will just have to wait





(Two in one special, for free)

Unnamed, For Someone Unnamed:

The clouds moves off
and your spirit lifts
as the sun makes prism stains
on the carpet
through the glass

I sit on the edge of my seat
listening to every word
watching every mood
that crosses your face
and I’m in awe
that you are back

You’re sharing
You’re caring
Honest, without fear
You are living
You are giving
Talking, without tears

I feel as free as the sunlight
shining in on us
through your prisms made of glass

Bu2

Bu2 wrote:

The clouds moves off
and your spirit lifts

Oops.

That should've said:

The clouds move off
and your spirits lift

(I make typo's when I'm tired...)