In traverses of love and hates that the mind takes us through
for lovers and wife' I have had a quite a few
on passages of trips in green or gold
I am always happier when I have someone to hold


rest into eyes of a day gone to peace
ner a heart on a sleeve
real or just a dream
ner it is a place
to scream


oh beautiful lady what makes you stay
holding a boy sending a man on his way

reality spins to find
love is only
a voyage in time


fingers work the page
as line after line
mind and eyes engage


we are the whispers on the sill
saw my eagle
going up over the hill


air of the heart left to fly
trouble and hurt are in her eyes
a case of I wish I could be
all the things she sees in me


oh beautiful lady what makes you stay
holding a boy sending a man on his way


It traverses of love and hates
that the mind takes us through
for lovers and wifes
I have had a quite a few


reality spins to find
love is only
a voyage in time


rest into eyes of a day gone to peace
ner a heart on a sleeve
real or just a dream
ner it is a place
to scream


sun burns the heart blind
air and wind take a bit at a time
water as black as the sea
want and need over come me