Vines

When I was young, I'd seen your face
It's just a little funny how I run into you nowadays

I never wandered outside the possibility's place
Cuz I see you again and again
From the dancing of my fate

And outside these calloused colors I could come out
Calm and cool and quaint
What could I not say

I would grab you by the waist
A gentle kiss on your lips lay

Through thickets and vines, I'd clamber but for what
And you, like the wind, had come with a soft touch

I never was a demanding man, I never wanted much
Beside what

Was brought to me by my own luck
Was brought to me by my own luck

But won't you come to me again
If I could calm this mast and pull the boat ashore to bring us in
And with your hand under your chin
Waiting patiently on this
I would ask you a question

Would tonight be the night that I'd ask you through these
Tired eyes of mine
Yes, tonight would be the night, I'd ask you to be