We sit together drinking wine or is it coffe or is it tea?

We sit together talking of you or is it me?

Our words are bricks and mortar

They stick together like glue

They grow a mighty building

A monument to me and you.

The moments add on moments

The time expands for eons

We burst through the ceiling

Into the sky so blue

We are a tree that’s growing

Our roots are planted firm

Entwined in conversation

I cannot tell what’s true.

And is that my mouth that’s speaking

Or is it you, is it you, is it you?

My heart is all aflutter

Or is that your heart I feel

That’s beating in all my body

From my head down to my heel?

And then somehow we kiss

With our minds close pressing

Without our lips quite touching

With space between us still.

And all the tallest buildings

And all the mighty oaks

Are shown to be but wind

And blow away like smoke

Leaving hazy nothings in the air.

And in the quiet sadness

All my strength goes down

And we find ourselves still sitting

Quite separate it seems

With you still talking facts

And me still talking dreams.

We sit across the table

Still drinking wine or tea

And over there is you

And over here is me.

And there we are still waiting

For the end to come

And there we stand together

To amble to the door.

Now both our arms are crossing

And then we say goodbye

And then we say we’ll see.

And in the doorway there is you

And on the driveway, me.