V.

I. 

When the rains sails in on the wings of a storm

And the fireplace crackles now comf'tably warm

And the windowpanes weep down the raindrops forlorn

I sit in my rockingchair weathered and worn

And there I wonder of you too

II.

She can't be just anyone

III.

A flash of sunshine

And a blue as bright as the Scandanavian sky

A bottle of laughter about to explode but not quite

IV.

Elegant and gracious

V. 

A shadow

You float with me 

From day to day