Song of the Cricket

Your nose on the window
My thumb on the page
The storm clouds that chose today of all days to bring in the rain

Periphery is well and good
When you don't wanna see
The great green tornado
You may not or may own

The act of forgiveness
A charm on a chain
The eons and ages that it took us to get to okay

Through hollyhock and daffodils
We stumble just to see
The countryside crumble
Under flashes and rumbles

Up in the treetop a cricket sings
He sings of summer and growing things
Down in the valley, a rushing stream
And you with your big heart
And me inside your arms

The sun through the window
The wind through the leaves
The pavement that burns and tears and leaves you with raw bleeding knees

And for to keep the heat at bay
Come lie down next to me
And we can just forget
The things we don't know yet

Up in the treetop a cricket sings
He sings of summer and growing things
Down in the valley, a rushing stream
And you with your big heart
And me inside your arms

A wide open window
A reason to stay
An evening that cools and glows and glistens to play out the day

And when we've reached the end of things
Believe me when I say
I'll be there to meet you
In quite a familiar way