OLD LOVERS

My soul is filled with happiness
my head is spinning round -n- round
The birds are flying overhead,
to the ocean without a dread.
The seagulls flock above the sea
whispering songs of harmony.
They watch me standing barefoot there,
dreaming on without a care.
The smell of rain, oh so sweet,
lingers on the nearby streets.
Mr. Sun burns high above
like two old lovers,
still in love.

© 1990 ReNae