Chill

The wind makes it easy to relax

the way the sound flows through the trees

the peace I feel brings you closer, it attracts

you to come to closer, you also feel at ease.

With a glass of wine, candles, and incense on the stand

the only other source of light I need is your smile

the only other source of warmth is holding your hand

I have you also to quench my thirst, in just a little while

Over and over, we hear the drops hit the window

no other place we rather be, no other place to go…