Ripples

Ripples

We’re in a mess, in a rut.
You’ll be moving into this little hut
On the edge of my heart soon.
We’ll be underneath the same sky,
Sharing the same moon,
But light years apart,
When you move into this little hut of yours
On the edge of my heart.
And once in a blue moon,
We might happen to meet eyes
Across stormy skies
And remember what it was we found,
Beneath the darkness,
Bursting bright
With shooting stars.
But mostly we’ll be pebble skimming our dreams
Across the lake of liquid love between us.
Pebble skimming dreams
And wondering if we’ll meet in the ripples.