Over and Even - Joan Shelley

We sigh at the morning softly

Take to them easy

The scent of the wood and coffee

Our cup is filling

Outside the river flows

Its course unfolding

A strength that never knows

A sweet outpouring

The scents, the bloom, the hours

I write you daily

I speak of friends and brothers

And sisters waiting

To sew your winter coat

To keep you warm and dry

The size of you to hold

Tender, not so tight

And over

And over

And over and even

And over

And over

And over and even

How can the stars design it

To pull and move us?

We crave their waning light

An ancient chorus

And draped in candelight

We did outshine it

I miss your scent and sight

How can I right this?

And over

And over

And over and even

And over

And over

And over and even

And over and even

And over and even