Little Blue Planet

The kettle clicks, the window steams,
Your laugh puts morning in the room.
We fold the sky in paper bowls and let them float beyond the moon.
Come ride the slow tide—easy and bright—we'll drift where the small stars gather tonight.
No map, no hurry, just me and you,
A little blue planet to sail our way through.
Stay for the sunrise, stay for the view,
A little blue planet, me and you.