Saturday Night With Emily

Brown eyed girl, rest your head on my shoulder and I'll kiss your sunburned cheek. And we'll sit so still and watch the sun glide on down to kiss the earth at the end of the day. It's the first warm evening of the year, here on this park bench looking out over the harbor where the skyline swims in soft green dreams. And we'll walk holding hands while the light fades and the stars open their sleepy eyes. And you look like a dryad in your long white skirt, with the flowers plaited in your hair. And we'll turn up the street into the fluorescent lit night market, where the lovers cling and claw, and wish they had a scrap of what we feel. And I'll buy you your favorite ice cream, yay!