Pebbles

Pebbles on the pane
Like freckles on your face
Delicately placed
Begging for attention
Pennies in my palm
Like falling leaves in autumn
Copper toned and solemn
Waiting for investment
Pebbles in my shoes
Like lying next to you
Everything is smooth
Nothing really changes
Pennies on our eyes
Like we have been alive
The boatman names his price
To love and to be loved