Ian Anderson

My hand of thumbs is shaking
i am so glad to meet you
all tongue-tied and twisted
my lips stuck like glue

More than a lifetime to say, "how are you?"
more than an ocean to cross becalmed.
less than a second to sink in silence.
yours truly, i remain disarmed.
Saw you peeping from the corner.
your eyes seemed to call hello.
i'm all too easily mistaken,
my feet unsteady as they go.
Was i a suave and confident trickster
i would sweep you up and carry you down
to raspberry meadows under diamond skies
and just mess around.
just mess around.