Posted by It’s three in the morning here as you sit down to dine
Gazing out you see the distant hills incline
Lower down you see the whitecaps out to sea
Turn out west, close your eyes and catch a glimpse of me?
If you do you’ll find I’ve dreamt awake for hours
Recalling perfect moments each cathedrals, Thames, and tours
Dinners, Bach and Masters, mystic rain and cabernets
Your perfumed scent betrays our last and everlasting warm embrace.