Heart of Love

It seems that out of my past
my sorry head through fog and confusion came
looking for direction
and on this sunny day I found you

As we walked through the swaying grasses
you showed me how the trees talk in the breeze
How they tempt us to run like children
or birds winging their way

Now my wandering has found a centre
and that centre is you
I am glad it is autumn
and I don’t have to wait

It seems that out of the
deepest misery of my past
my sorry head through fog it poked
Through dense confusion I came
looking for direction
and on this day I found you