Sweet Man

If I could do it again I’d choose moments to dip my mind into
Like fingers into a brook in summer.

I’d lay back on the cool stone and watch the clouds go by
I’d reach into all the times we touched and remember.

Knowing now what you were thinking then
Only makes it richer to me as time goes by.

Layer upon layer of love, turned and refolded upon itself
Each glance with secret meaning.

Sometimes on my face there’s nothing but a smile
But inside I’m remembering trembles and sighs

The time I spend missing you I replay each moment
And plan new ones, stacking carefree and careless with careful and wise.

When you’re gone I can imagine you the way I choose.
Until I can touch you and my imagination flies.

If I can’t show you, I’ll tell you, and if I can’t tell you, I’ll dream.
As the time slips through my fingers.