Row Me Home

Closing my eyes, this is what I see,

On this pond, in this row boat,

With you rowing me. 

Fresh in my mind's eye,

the green and the pink,

vibrantly stirring my thoughts,

and I think.

And then I don't think,

my thoughts are thinking me. 

And you are rowing me.

I don't see you, 

but I feel you,

I remember you, yes. 

Familiar, so familiar...

I'm knowing you, and even more,

you're knowing me. 

I'm resting, and rocking,

the little oars are knocking,

I can hear and feel and taste 

the water,

my body in the sun,

my heart in my chest.

A passage in my mind is opening,

you're taking me there,

I'm bringing you with me,

And you row me home.