Sidewalk in the rain,
I’m walking to her house
In the Sunday-overcast landscape
Of the lonely city
Trying to find sunlight
Through the mist
Of my longing heart
And ceaseless thoughts.
A weekend marathon
For a beautiful friend,
She runs for the hope
Of a new beginning;
Birds in the park
Along her path
Sing for her
Like I’ve sang for her.
Yesterday’s dream
Dissolves into myth
But I’m dreaming again
Of her slender shoulders
In a summer dress,
I promise never to forget
Saturday night tears
And poignant conversations.
I’m reciting prayers
In the shrine light
Of her eyes,
I solemnly write my words
Like hieroglyphics
On pyramid walls.
I have to see her again
In a wineglass café
Or a library reading room,
Every day, I exit into a reverie
Along the gorgeous boulevards
Of imagination
To become closer
To the presence
Of her magical essence.
Smooth, crisp and with your trademark poetic niche for amorously sweeping image-scape...You are indeed a true Romantic, my friend! ~ ~ ~ 2009
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So very poignant. The raindrops fall like tears on your Sundayscape. But somewhere the birds are always singing. Always your friend, Sandra