One I began tinkering with last winter, and have picked up to tinker with again. Extremely rough draft form, and more stanzas to come.

Soft mist rises off the water
Wild geese call from the other shore
The best view isn’t out the window
It’s in our room where I want to drink in more

I know now the Good Lord has blessed me
With the love I’ve always wanted to keep
My whole world lies right before my very eyes
As I sit quietly watching you sleep