Iāll sit with you a while my dear
As I often do
Look across the water clear
Turbulent serenity, blue
Iāll sip a morning coffee with you
Watch the passers by
Iāll hold your time written hands
And watch the flocking birds fly
By the Water
Shall We Make the Sky Our Home?
The sky will house us, I say with no doubt;
Of course, the Earth will take care of our feet.
But would that we dwelt within not but out
so we may make these planets our strong fleet.