Returning to bed in the afternoon 
Watching the wind dance in the lace curtains 
Listening to the wind chimes crazy melody
The sky is white and waiting for rain 
We are nearing the end of winter.

Flannel sheets soft as down on my skin 
The quiet bliss of being clean and no one needing me
The morning’s tears have dried 
The evening’s yet to come 
My heart is out, wandering the world with the wind 
Wrapped to my lovers chest 

I lay here, waiting for sleep 
As the curtain breathes in and out 
As the light turns slowly silver.