Haven't Had A Dream In A Long Time
The little bubbles in my wine glass jump about
As if their small dances are creating the cider’s flavor
They float about, little orbs of light,
Popping as they reach the surface
Uncle Merv’s voice booms above our carols
With a rumble that comes from deep in his belly
And surrounds us like the smoke from his pipe
Hanging in the air like his love for us
The love smoke fills the entire house
So tangible, I’m surprised I can’t see it, taste it, smell it
I’m surprised it’s not fogging windows and setting off smoke alarms
But I can feel it, and that’s what counts
As if their small dances are creating the cider’s flavor
They float about, little orbs of light,
Popping as they reach the surface
Uncle Merv’s voice booms above our carols
With a rumble that comes from deep in his belly
And surrounds us like the smoke from his pipe
Hanging in the air like his love for us
The love smoke fills the entire house
So tangible, I’m surprised I can’t see it, taste it, smell it
I’m surprised it’s not fogging windows and setting off smoke alarms
But I can feel it, and that’s what counts