From Hear

On a hillside, stopping ...needing rest
cast my eyes over scenery ...nature fest,
come ...sit with me ...see this wonder
your urban daydreams ...cast them asunder.

Come now ...sit by me ...breathe my air
fresh wind blows ...wild beauty ...is your hair,
this heart leaps with joy ...skips a beat
sweetest touch from my beauty ...so sweet.

Higher we go on a winding path ...to and fro
come now, hear me ...say here ...shall we go,
this day I covet ...my heart feels warm
you and I ...are the perfect storm
your heart my hurricane ...a kiss is my breeze
my lips your earthquake ...your eyes they tease.

Bobby Ferguson 2012.