He longed to read her bedtime stories; not of pigs and wolves or kings and queens; but of lovers who've never met.
He tread across sandy beaches searching for conclusions to unwritten scenes with this woman he'd never get.
"One day I will see you," he said "with my own eyes, not some visions in my mind." He didn't need dragons flying above his head. No need for knights on stallions, no pot of gold to find.
Fantasies, all of them; and all of them she's read. None could match her fantasy of his warmth nestled in her bed.
She strolled through city parks where little children sang and wondered if she'd ever meet him, and if so, would she ever be the same.
"One day I will see you," she said "with my own eyes, not some visions in my mind." She returned to her fables -a different type of lie instead, and longed for bedtime stories told by a gentle man so kind.
There were leaves, reds and golds that blew down amber roads.
There were birds that sang as school bells rang.
There were coats pulled tight because the wind would bite.
Cheeks turned to apples and noses would sniff at the autumn air Oh, how I miss the whiff of the brownstone chimneys exhausting burnt pine and the corner bistros that served coffee and wine.
There were squirrels digging throughout the park. And gas lamps flickering as it grew dark.
Taxi's and other cars, headlights all a glow. And conversations turned of snow.
There were hot meals cooking and tastes to explore. Bread puddings, and roasts mashed potatoes galore.
And the colleges brimming with students so smart.
Young love always blooming; thieves stealing young hearts.
And oh, such a longing at this time of year, to wish upon what was; but it's gone, I fear.
Still in this season when most nature dies, hope springs eternal and moistens my eyes.
Yes, this is my season if not my true place. Sitting out west but to the east I always face.
Bring me the briskness the thoughts all anew, the morning frost, and the sunsets' hue.
Bring back the laughter the warmth of the chill. Styrofoam cups of hot chocolate liable to spill across cobblestone sidewalks where bikes try to pass, where there is importance and purposefulness, and people move fast.
Package the bottle, let me breathe it all in. for Autumns' not the ending, it's where I begin.
When there is a light fog and a mist for rain, I often wish I had the time to seat myself under a tree. And when a breeze swept through the leaves of that tree, I'd become the victor of of all my battles. While under the branches, I'd stare out, Visible to friends, Unclear to strangers, Camouflaged to all foe. I would not be be questioned or dwelled upon. The breeze would stop, The mist would diminish, The fog would lift along with my spirits. I'd sit up, take a deep breath and continue on my journey.
She was an image of loveliness. Her hair - a perfect length. Her fingernails painted with a beautiful red polish. Her eyes ... They puzzled me, delightfully. Her face - a mixture of Gods' greatest creations. Her smile - a joyous vision. Few times did she speak to me. Yet, her sight was worth one-thousand words.
Coulda walked A little bit past Where I needed to go. Coulda talked A little bit fast, But I just didn’t know.
Didn’t think You would be there So near me. Didn’t blink As you walked away Tearily.
Didn’t know. Didn’t see. Never showed How much You meant to me.
Coulda cried Through the night Had I known You were there And you cared. But I didn’t. And you didn’t. That’s clear to me Now.
What can I say Now that you Went away? Can’t hear me sobbing On the city streets. The rain is pouring Coming down in sheets. My face is soaked With tears and rain. What we had Was so much pain. But I’d trade it all If it meant I’d see you again.
Coulda walked A little bit past Where I needed to go. Coulda talked A little bit fast, But I just didn’t know.
Didn’t think it would hurt To imagine your smile. Didn’t think I’d be affected After this long while. Guess I was a fool, then as before. But can’t stay away from you And can no longer ignore.
Come to me And you’ll see I can be A better soul. Staggering Out of breath, Leaning like a bum Against the gas lamp pole Water rushing Through the gutter, Sweeping trash and debris. Like the rain in the night Is cleansing me.
When they said it was you And you were staring at me Wish they told me sooner So I could see. I bet that you were radiant Giving warmth like the sun. Why didn’t you stay longer? Why did you run?
Sitting in a puddle Who really cares? The whole world is flooded No one answers my prayers.
Fame and fortune Don’t mean a thing Without you, your love And you wearing my ring.
Coulda walked A little bit past Where I needed to go. Coulda talked A little bit fast, But I just didn’t know. You were there.