I often dream of sunshine and crashing foaming seas,
of majestic snow-capped mountains, of falling autumn leaves.
To lie beneath the fragrance of honeysuckle on lush green summer grass

And have Catherine come along and slap us on the ...

Well really! That won’t do…no, I insist we say…

And gaze up at a summer sky as clear as crystal glass.

Yawn…boring…

I dream of seeing and experiencing
all of the things
that others take for granted,
as sure as birds have wings.

For all I know of life above are from the words on pages

While you wish you could work like Cath so you can earn some wages...

er no...I wasn’t going to say that. How about…
And that while men are free beasts are kept in cages?

Speak for yourself!

And having us both within myself, I have an inward fight
Denying the desire to walk the daylight hours as often as the night
To feel the sunshine on my face, its rays to smart my eyes

Or to lie Cath down upon the grass and hear her moans and sighs...

Definitely not! I’ll put …

Or to stand beneath a tranquil moon and awesome starlit skies

You do realise being linked to you is not my cup of tea, don’t you? Sheesh, you are so boring!

Oh, do be quiet…now where was I? Oh yes…

For Catherine, the thing she sees spell magic and romance
Beneath starry heavens, on moonlit earth, she and I would dance.
It’s said that beauty lies within the eyes of the beholder

But Catherine hopes and prays, that Vincent would be bolder...

Er no...

And Catherine finds sanctuary in the strength of my arms and shoulder


And as I watch my heart beats fast I feel it would be bliss
to take Catherine in my arms and tilt her face to kiss

Now you're talking, pal

A deep sweet kiss that lingers on full of depth and love

And says 'your place or mine, Catherine, Below or up Above?'...

No, not that...

A memory for me to take Below and one for her Above.


And when she's gone I stand alone by the tunnel in Central Park
and a poignant love song drifts to me from somewhere in the dark
And I bow my head, and acknowledge Catherine’s words so haunting and so true.
"For I could have told you, Vincent this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you."

Man, that lady’s got real taste