And step to step and thread to thread, showing and concealing your faces, you go, from arm to shadowy arm, from the Seine to the Nile. And you look at the clouds that are the image of your hearts, changing in form and in color, and drifting away on a voyage. Simple, attractive, haunting. Her thoughts of him were the same as his thoughts of the sea. They made an old sea chest for their belongings together.
Ends tranquil and subdued.
His minor flaws don't bother him, the pot belly, the baggy chin, he looks right over them to the powerful swagger he's developed, the commanding sweep of his arm. But worship leaks from behind your ears. Like you think a lover would. And then you're dizzy and grinning, Running, Slapping mailboxes and Jumping for awnings, Running for home. Please contribute to the catalog Submit a review, correction, or new edition for a song or cycle already listed, submit a new song in the song catalog, or submit a biography .