She lay beside me like a
branch from a tender willow tree
I was as still  as still as a
river could be
When a rococo zephyr
swept over her and me

She watched the water
ripple ripple ripple ripple light
Light watched the water
ripple ripple ripple ripple she
I did some kind of dance
jaunty as a bee
I tried to look my best
a finch in wild mint vest
A fiercer force had wrenched
her from where she used to be
I caught and caressed the length of her
a tender willow branch floating on me

Well maybe this was all was all meant to be
Maybe this is all  is all that meant to be
A rococo zephyr crept up
and stepped over her and me
Well I used to be sort of blind
Now I can sort of see