I count the tables. She counts the trees.
I tell stories. She speaks of everything she sees.
I'm in the shade. She's in the blinding light of heaven.
A fire raised by paper boats
But now she stands before me opening the buttons of her coat
I find myself wrapped in open arms of heaven.
I feel the
Electricity.
I hear her work. These idle hands...
I face her eyes, while I touch her hand.
I guide her way, as we both talk about the world
Underneath the oak tree.
She's giving me dreams.
We stop a moment and kiss
Underneath the fire, underneath the oak tree.
I notice
This gentle glow of haloes
She talks about grace-
Just as I embrace
Her soul.
I lay my case before the open heart of heaven.
As we talk about GOD, THE DEVIL, and Love,
Underneath the fire,
Beneath the pillows and the sheets,
Underneath the oak,
I still love you more.
You touch my face, as we lay down
Together
Electricty fills the air...
Forever
Underneath the oak tree.
T.B.