I`ve been slipping down in the grass
counting the steps to your back door
i`ve been praying you`d see me pass
knowing somehow you`ve seen me before
i`ve been sighing more than i should
spilling my glass there`s ice on the floor
but i`ve been busy gathering wood
hoping our fire will burn all the more
i`ve been stealing hundreds of bells
ringing my way along your shore
and i`ve been smiling all to myself
savouring signs of what`s in store
i`ve been climbing branches and vines
gathering leaves for long festoons
and i`ve been rhyming myriad lines
full of your face and the gleam of the moon