Scatterbrained.

A gentle breeze that moves me there
And pulls me here
To where it is
The sun and the shine
Hope is resting
In your palm
Sing to me your song
Each note fills my heart
A little bit more
Just a little bit more
But you cannot sing
To save your life
Funny how the little details
Escape my notice
In the crowded days
Brimming
Capable hands hold the orb
That brings such joy
To your face and mine
Dust the fingertips across it
And then trace my cheek
To leave a bit of dust there
To remind me when we lived there
In the land of all those dreams
Ah love
Funny how it all comes back so quickly