the yesterday it must have been
was years ago, they tell me now;
we stood stood outside, while sea and sun,
both, envied you your grace –
you said you would, i said i did;
some music and a spotlight dance,
a little while in a car,
a soft look on your face
why are my hands so wrinkled now?
where are you? what was that i felt?
a wind that rushed by in the night
with rustling silk, and lace —
my bride, my love, i know you’re here —
just pull these tubes from off my face
and we’ll be on the beach again,
and you’ll be all in white —
the breeze is blowing in your hair
you’re smiling once again at me
the day is back, where it belongs
i can let go
of night
