I watched as all the ladies
Fell from the sky above
The answer hanging gently
But no one could grab hold
Of it
Of it
Of it
Of it
Confusion calls like cotton
Love comes in soft and slow
We sat in waded waters
To learn what not to know
With it
With it
With it
With it
Careening words
Solemnly sway
To that stardust melody
Of forgotten days
As I read to you
As the record plays
The sun sinks lower
And as the light grows dim
We leave the lamp off instead
The pupils of my eyes widen
Darker than the Euxine sea
To catch the print that fades
More with each turning page
And in the corner
You lean back in the cozy chair
Breathing deeply
Eyes closed and a faint smile
I wonder if you hear Hoagy or me
Though you seldom have patience for poetry
I watched as all the ladies
Fell from the sky above
The answer hanging gently
But no one could grab hold
Of it
Of it
Of it
Of it