Rooftop Garden

She cuts dead branches in the garden Before the tea of afternoon He walks by lighting up Santa Fe Takes a lazy turn to right and soon The rhythm of the wind blows back Memory they were never aiming at Twenty years have gone so fast Gazes of lovers locked and that Hurts him so so bad He waters the flowers of September The roots are dried he wonders why She does not answer when he asks her where have these all years flown by Now he lays on the wind It brings him place we call never Ending Fifty years have gone so fast Gazes of lovers locked and that Brings the smiles on which forever last Now they both are flying Above The Rooftop Garden