Beyond the bedroom window

Beyond the bedroom window trees are dancing

Sashaying branches and twirling leaves

Keeping time to a silent melody tripping on the breeze

Below the ballroom canopy we slip out of now and here

Limbs intertwined by shallow breath and the rhythm in our veins

Eyes closed a life appears - beginning just like this

Two seekers pressed back to front in a little forest house

There is no vacancy here. No dusty books in boxes 

No memories begging to be relived and not forgotten 

A home scented of sandalwood echoing with laughter

Where time passes sweetly and dreams are waking things

This is our place. Our home in the trees…