I was thinking
I could make tea
While you watered the plants inside
And the rain watered the others outside.
And then we could curl up
In soft blankets
In our cozy home library,
Reading all day long
With the steam rising off our cups
And speaking in hushed, soft voices.
The cat above our heads,
His long fur tail tickling the back of our necks,
Purring loudly,
Would reflect our contentment.
You could play your music,
And the sounds would drift down the stairs
And across the wooden halls.
We could sing together
And you could compose your tales
While you taught at the University.
I could tell you all about the weather
And it would never be small talk to us.
We could go hiking up the trails
That wound their way through the
Emerald City and the soft pale sky
Could not touch us.
Living would be easy.
Our motivation,
We could have reason like none other.
I was thinking
It could be us.