We walked side by side to the garden
where champagne was served.
Under the bright blue sky was the light pink lilac tree, under which
the bright young children played ball,
dressed in all the shades of their future fame.
The veranda buzzed with sunlight, cakes and smiles
and over-flowing pink champagne.
We slept inside the deepest talks and the scents of the dinner hours long.
We worked trough days and loved (trough) the nights,
inside the dream we dreamed of the castles and knights.
You wore the high hat and I wore one too,
we found old ideas and they were light blue.