Lost, But Found With You

If the ocean were warm - never cold We would take a boat as in tales of old With wooden oar to the heart of the sea So we could get lost – just you and me. The oar will be thrown overboard You’ll hold one end and I the other We’ll dropp and watch it sink like a load Then freely float to an unknown border A day might pass, a month‘ll be too soon I will have only you, sea, suns and moon I’ll hold you close both night and day- As tide and breeze blow us into bay A welcome song played by mountain brass -wind whispering on the virgin hills Colored by wild flowers and dew-sated grass – Will be enough to command thrills In us: two lovers attending love’s hand. As we were born we’ll walk to the land Childishly playing with the water’s cool; We’ll begin our unending Yule Of living freely– the coconut’s jelly Would be enough to lick hunger's problem, The stream enough to wash our body; All I need is you - my bonny blossom. When night comes we’ll cuddle by the fire Blanketed by each others skin We’ll make love till sleep forces us to retire Then wake in the morning and live again.