Saturday, December 16, 2006

Promises

"Love laughs at locksmiths"


to himself thinking in mind speaks...

"I will love you till the end of time.
Till the sun burns itself to nothing
and the earth folds in on itself.
and the stars tremble in their empty spaces..."


The man sat down
beneath an orange tree
and lit a cigarette.
Watching the silk fumes
slowly
Rising,
Gently dissipating
Into the mild morning air.
Listening in
on the gardeners
Talk. Quite pleased to hear,
what was to him, the sylvan
speache of nature's good
and honest gentlemen.

-Honest enough in their ways.

The man sat down
and lit a cigarette.
He watched the girl
from across the field
Trying to undo
the knots on her boots.
was a slender girl
In a baggy uniform.

Her bright blond hair.
The mild morning air.
Smell of tobacco burning
and he was off
daydreaming and
Remembering...
...We could start anew
in a whole new town.
Change our names
and catch a train

The man sat down
and lit a cigarette.
The girl stood by
the bulletin board where
the bus schedules
were posted, arms crossed
starring at a modest band
of clouds like ribbons
floating on
towards the burning glow
of the dying sun lying low
on the horizon.

" We'll make it." He said, "
Don't you worry
'bout a thing, babes..."
" How can you be so sure?"
she said, " as bad as our
lucks been lately.
Feels like, well...maybe...
God must really hate me...
and I don't...
well... I don't know how..."
" you gotta have a little faith
...Please, for my sake,
Don't be that way
...good news will come our way...
just wait and see."
" Don't be that way, please..."
" Well, why not?"
" Just you wait and see.
A little luck will come our way,
and we'll have everything
We ever wanted:
Children,
a house,
a car,
a dog,a cat
a nice and quiet life
a little peace of mind
family, some friends...white picket fence,
a tire swinging in the backyard,
a tree, some sky,
a lonely Lover's Lane nearby
perhaps...
...friendly neighbours
borrowing sugar and such,
and then
and then Key West...Key West.
A pretty palm tree scene...
or even Paris

In the spring
resting from lifes worries
retired from it's nine to five
tragedy...
reposed,restful
with little left to do
but love you

and I do
I do
I do

" we could begin again."

And she

" I want to live without
dreaming.
I want to breathe
The sea-air and wander
wild and free..."

and he

" I'll buy you a diamond ring
a pretty diamond ring
for a wedding
in the spring."

"you'll see,
a little luck will come our way,
and I'll make good on all
these promises to keep."

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