Maybe

Maybe, one day we’ll dance on these sodden boards before they creak and cave Our hands might crave a little harder filing into the gaps like clockwork Maybe we’ll lie close bed in the soft grass breathing like one being again our soft eyes at rest with the sky, so close, a deep blue dome, home Our day will be spent down to the ends of our stark toes which clench and unfurl between kisses and happy smiles Your voice will fall so gently upon me like the summer breeze which will fill my lungs with loving words that are only yours, only for you, always true always blue I only need you to breathe and to make my soul beat and maybe that day will come where we will be one Maybe baby, maybe