The Hour To Become A Lover - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
When I met the dark-haired girl
With the captivating Persian accent,
I wanted to see moonlight
Dancing upon her hair
Starlight settling in her eyes.
I was an ordinary man
Drifting through imagination in hyper drive,
I was becoming a dream
In the lovely sunburst of my mind.
I’ve spent my life in ordered monotony
Like a hapless bystander
Lost in the world of unobtainable love;
I have to switch off the motor of reluctance and fear
And sneak out of the passenger seat of complacency
More limiting and confining than an electric chair.
This is the hour to become a lover
In a new exotic land;
Meet me beneath the streetlight
At the bus stop of this broken-down city,
We’ll make our exit and wind our way to destiny!
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