this morning as i watched the stretching dawn
my mind cast back to long ago
in Italy
we rose early and spoke no word
and out into the early haze
you , me and the sitar

we walked in silence to the field of corn
and there we sat
in a nest of gold
you played to me and I closed my eyes
and lost my being to the dawning rose

and as I briefly stirred
there beside us
still but for wide eyes and a twitching nose
was a deer
lured by the magic sound

you had charmed us both