One day I was out walking no wine had been spilled but I was hopping
and hoping to get a view of a new true and lay some worries down
She said: “'Scuse me” she seemed to confuse me with someone who knew he
had a destination and to there was bound
She dropped her veil, we had no pail, but we Jack-and-Jilled up the hill
we sailed to the top of the ancient citadel
And then oh, how this ol' Jack did fall, I fell – my mind going pell-mell and then well, well
taking in the striations of this place little 'bove heaven, little below hell
Then 'twas off to tea a nut, milk, froth delight to me it mellowed my hastening, alright
she did excite with her insights she denied the complexity
next to me, oh, the elation dressed and possessed me 'til she gently wrested my zest from me as she
professed to me:

“This stitch in time seems divine but belongs to neither you nor me
“So raise your glass, give a laugh as I slide into memory”
I said: “A slice of your time's worth nine, I won't pine as the clock undermines eternity
“This time, be it small, crumbs 'n' all – I'll take it – whatever it may be”

Wayward and forlorn, the rain was pouring, sopped and worn, I stop-drop-flopped at her door
and hoped for more
She took me in, rain on the tin roof called a truce between truth and fancy
oh, the hush did entrance me as light from the lamp enhanced we let words dance
A poem here, a song there brought us where a soul is pared down and lifts to higher ground and lo
what was lost is found
But oh, no furlough can last and get a man past the undertow of the hi-dee-ho which he's obliged to sow and so

She said: “The winds of time are unkind and they're pushing apart you and me
“So speak no vow, just give a bow and prepare to slip into memory”
I said: “This drop of time tastes like wine from the vineyard of eternity
“It may not be much but let's drink it up, whatever, whatever, whatever it may be”

Treehouse in the woods stood between worlds that could be traveled and unraveled – oh, how we
scrabbled for buried treasure together, such pleasure to untether the measure
And fill it in with however many beats our drum could bum from the Elysian hum
this change in the weather had us forever wailing “who needs the kingdom come?”
Releasing butterflies from killing jars, helping constellations unfix their stars as fingers found
transcendent sounds from cheap guitars as our youth did spar
With Nevermore we declared the mundane profane and defied the cries of :“All Hail Thane
of Cawdor” or Mordor but
Trouble oh, Trouble's waters sought my friend and as they caught her and reclaimed her as their
daughter she sighed:

“The stream of time is prying me loose and carrying me out to sea
“So give a wave and brave these moments as they morph into memory”
I said: “This bit of time may be flying back to join eternity
“But this flight be it slight, well, alright I'll take it whatever, whatever it may be”

“This slice of time's worth nine, I won't pine as the clock undermines eternity
“This time be it small, crumbs 'n' all – I'll take it – whatever, whatever it may be”
“Yes, whatever it may be, it's alright by me – whatever it may be, it's alright
“Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever...”