…and it shall have planted flowers on the windowsills, and wildflowers growing scattered along the garden path, and old wooden doors that creak when someone is entering, and a room of many colors. And a cat and a dog and friends always welcome.
in the distance the sounds of a pickin banjo or a tune on a guitar while the blue moon hovers brightly reminding us of that once upon a time.
an old kettle will always be a brewin' apple pie a ready to be Made, and rainy days will find us making love beneath the hearth, crackling dreams of a togertheness years of wilderness forsook
no hindrance will befall us, no unwantoness defy us
our once in a blue moon has found us
gazing into each other's eyes
to be continued