I'm just off to bed,
with thoughts of you,
in my head.
Listen to the music play,
succumb to its rythm
lose all the tensions of the day.
Walk on the beach,
listen to the birds call,
as the waves wash our troubles,
and clean them all.
Stretch out your arms,
and reach for me,
can you hear me calling,
calling your name.
Tango.
Tango Tango
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calling-calling/
