It would be marvellous
To see you there in ye blue silk robe
Near the window
With yr white hair gleaming
In the sunlight
And watching you,
Watching yr sky-blue eyes
Staring at the house across
The street
Silencely curious what goes on in there
I would offer a cup of coffee
But you don't drink it
Perhaps, tea
And as the dusk returns
The light kisses yr face