Old Man Song

Soft now I touch your lips so fair
and stroke along your cheek
and dream of how it must have been
to hold you dear and meek

And smell your hair so fresh and light
like laurels in the spring
a sudden sweet and sparkling sigh
you bring to me again

I hold your softness to my chest
and feel your warmth and fire
and bend to match my lips to yours
the object of my desire

Fire the storm of passion roars
and sweeping me along
I know somehow our hearts will find
these scenes of where we belong

The gentile warm caresses now
the softer strokes and care
a lovers heart I wish I had
to speak these words I'd dare

And make you breathless and so hot
and feed your dreams fire too
and take from you that treasured kiss
and make sweet love to you

Ahh... but I am old and hideous now
and my youth no more than a dream
and dare I think of younger days
and how we might have seemed

And your soft sighs tell me to go
and your tears fall like rain
and I know I was never meant to be
your loving man again

but for this instant close your eyes
this moment your lips to mine
and offer this dying soul
a dream just one more time
10/27/98