Perfect Place (2005)

I don’t want to wake you
When you’re sleeping so quiet
On my shoulder.

I don’t want to brush your
Hair back down from your face
Or turn down the stereo.

I don’t want to sing in
The rain nor do I want
To sail away into the sunset.

I don’t want to close the curtains
And shut out the moon
Shining down on us
Like we are in the spotlight
Of some imaginary film.

I want to spend
This moment
Alone in thought.

I want to listen
To the cars parking
In the distance.

I want to listen
To the wind
Brush against the tree
Almost like
It was somebody
Gently snoozing.

But most of all,
I don’t want to wake you
When you’re sleeping so quiet
On my shoulder.