Sheâ??s staring at Monet
At peace with the lily pond
Heâ??s touching her from beyond

Guiding her hand through a brush stroke
Letting her in on a side joke
While I look on


And in my own way
Iâ??m lost in the art of her hair

Way she improves the air
So easy to understand her
Weâ??re too long on dry land here

We must dream on

Vague fleeting colors

peacefully flutter around her
Dreams never end
in a world of pretend


Day so beautifully light
Holding my hand just right

We drift away