I Wonder

When the lovely woman closes her eyes
where do her dreams take her  
do they paint a picture majestic  
with nature's surroundings in harmony  
 
Do they contain that special someone  
or is she too ambitious in her flight  
to be attached to a lover's plea  
possessing a wisdom beyond her years
 
Shall I lay at her feet a heart underused  
"nothing ventured nothing gained"
I am a forever assigned the role of observer
hardly much comfort on a blistery northwest night
 
These questions probably engage many a man
in her contact and gladly a witness to her charms
knowing that one day what they both will find  
will be "Written In Sand"
 
"Your eyes are the color of the sea
You look my way and the waves wash over me
Your body shivers with the fading light
And you say, baby, lets just make it last tonight"
 
 
 
"Written In Sand", Santana, written by Mitchell Froom/Jerry Stahl