I've Been Slipping

I've been slipping down in the grass

counting the steps to your back door

i've been praying you'd see me pass

knowing somehow you've seen me before

i've been sighing more than i should

spilling my glass there's ice on the floor

but i've been busy gathering wood

hoping our fire will burn all the more

i've been stealing hundreds of bells

ringing my way along your shore

and i've been smiling all to myself

savouring signs of what's in store

i've been climbing branches and vines

gathering leaves for long festoons

and i've been rhyming myriad lines

full of your face and the gleam of the moon