Living Each Day

Now I am gone, now I am lost to you
Find me again just as you used to do:

In the house - when you go from room to room you'll find
The bits and pieces that I've left behind.

In the street - of course...I've stopped to window-shop;
You carry on, my love, I'll catch you up.

At night - as darkness slowly fills the sky:
I'm late; don't fret; I'll be there by and by.

At morning - when the sky is still blue-black,
I had to go out early: I'll be back.

In sunshine - as you peer into the glare -
A shape that seems to be both light and air.

In rain - as you look out and people pass -
One leaves a reflection printed on the glass.

In the garden - when you doze away the hours
I pass with a smile on my face, and my arms full of flowers.