like candy in a fruit tree
like hippopotami in a cold pond
there’s no limit to the imagination
just a wish for it to bond

into swirling, hurtling daydreams
where lonely arms will take caress
and where I think about the day
when you wore that lovely dress

and the mountains move so slowly
I tie your hair into a bow
staring now forever
into thoughts you’ll never know

into a mystery where there is cadence
where there is truth within our hearts
that will hold the tiny fragments
which represent our parts