Also known as, Among the fields of gold.
You gently hear the 12 string in the distance. It’s soft, the guitarist is serenading his wife, as she sits and listens sipping her glass of wine. The breeze is soft, coming off the ocean. The motions are gentle. You can hear the waves crashing from the restuarant’s outdoor seating.
You can hear the soft music, it is completely in-line with the moment. The moment is intoxicating. Alcohol can be seen, but we are caught up in our moment, ignoring the presence of it. We are so into the moment, that to disrupt our senses would only ruin the moment.
The music sounds familiar but you don’t know what it is, but it feels like it belongs to us. [ So maybe it's true that... ] We asked the waiter if we could have the tables that overlook the ocean. He obliges and we are now enjoying that moment.
We watch as the sun falls in the west. Watching as the sky becomes deep red, and purples. The wife of the guitarist, hasn’t even moved. Caught up in the moment, she loves his music. We whisper to each other the love that we see between them. And noticed that we only got closer.
[ You have stolen ]
Butterflies can be what’s best described. The gentle touch of your hand, and having that moment that I glance into your eyes. And in a moment, I see your smile, and I was only looking into your eyes.
[ My heart ]
Many men, allow themselves to be limited to one sense when looking for a girl in their lives. I don’t just look to one. I would look at you with that smile. It’s that spark. And a spark is important. When things get tough, and we have trouble finding our orientation, we have that. We have the ability to look back and see that we did have that spark. Whether it is was because of that wittiness, and humor, or that gentle touch that tempered my soul. When I most needed it.
To be able to measure the love of a women, I have to know that she will look at me when I’m troubled and with her soft touch and caress, it will tell me that she truly loves me. And my troubled mind, will relax and we will focus together on making our world that much better.
I listen to her voice. It will intoxicate me, to hear her sweet voice. It will be what I hear before going to sleep, when we try and conquer Switzerland [ Cause you know.. They've had it pretty good for too long! ]
It will be her aroma. I know that she’s home even before I see her? Will my scenes become filled with memories when I walk through the right store?
To taste her on my lips. And feel the closeness, when she looks me in the eyes, and yearns to make our world better, before leaving to do my part for our family. And then returning home, to be embraced again, as if I left on a journey that took us away for too long? Which would be followed with me doing what ever was needed to bring contentment.
[ Can I steal your attention? ]
Could you stop for a moment? I need your attention. I know your mind is busy, and you feel it’s overwhelmed with the struggles of the world. But for a moment, can I get you to slow down. And hear the ocean. It’s deep relentless rhythm is there to be heard. To be woken up to the waves increasing in size as the morning rises. Can you take a moment… and stop hearing the traffic outside, and the sirens. and close your eyes as you feel that soft breeze.
It is there. We can make it what ever we want. You decide.
Because everything that I desire, I would be returned ten-fold.
you have my attention