When I have a quiet thought of you,

Nothing else can get through it.
You saturate me,

Like strawberries in sugared juice

Sluicing through my angel food cake,

Now the only thing to do

Is put whipped cream on top.

When I have a quiet thought of you,

As I walk through the village,

As morning clouds are still distilling

Dew upon the ground,

Only the sounds of the Big Bells calling

From somewhere far away,

Can stray into my mind

And take me further along midstream.

And yet I find, you’re already there,

In my daydream, waiting for me.

-jenn