She’s staring at Monet
At peace with the lily pond
He’s touching her from beyond
Guiding her hand through a brush stroke
Letting her in on a side joke
While I look on
And in my own way
I’m lost in the art of her hair
Way she improves the air
So easy to understand her
We’re too long on dry land here
We must dream on
Vague fleeting colors
Peacefully flutter around her
Dreams never end
In a world of pretend
Day so beautifully light
Holding my hand just right
We drift away
