A Song For My Love

The road dead ends
At a lake
If I had a boat
I could get to you
I think
You are somewhere
I could find
Above the sunset
I sense your reflection
On the water
I hear a song
You'd sing
While you brushed
Your hair
Floating over the trees
Through fog
I follow smoke
And a drum
To a glass house
Above a creek
And wait
For the come what may
To come