When we meet
We shall touch the stars
The little children will laugh at us
And to each we shall teach love
And we’ll float on the soft summer breeze
I’ll carve our initials in the clouds
And in a fleeting moment
That which not tangible shall succumb
And our love will become inimitable
We’ll explore the silver sum
And search for the silver man
And will mix the colors on the palette
And paint the world
Then we’ll say our good-byes
And no regrets will there be
Only happy memories we share
And our initials in the clouds
