Take me with you where you go?

That place contentment calls home.

Smiles so wide, so sweet Oh by nature,

By name the same, not so lost nor empty.

Smith by trade, in between the hidden lines.

Some would say, a Troubadour, Minstrel Artist;

With a mallet and chisel in his hands.

Ah, but have we ever met? this side of where we are.

I recall. the years I wish too, the others I forget?

You: you thread well, the tailors tell me;

Not a stitch in time. more in rhyme.

Me, I belong right where I, am

I’m the smile on your face

The one who heard your whisper

Saw the reflection in your eye

Oh,… take me with you, where you go.