If Only!
The wind oh so softly whispers
with the lilt of a bluesy piano
played by a mournful soul
aching as she walks away
He wanted so to speak with her
to tell her he was a gifted poet
a shaper of words like music
but her beauty silenced him
Now he longs to relive that moment
to speak to her and break that ban
to finally release his inner artist
sweep her away on wonderful words
The blues echo in his sad soul
and even his friends save him not
as he wanders an empty park
filled with unfulfilled wishes.
Oh, this is so beautiful.
In the night of cold dark air
she walks alone and wonders where
the promises made took flight
she knows inside the only thing
she can count on are the blues
blowing soft when it gets to much to bare.
She wraps her arms around her self
for comfort from the chill
and wills herself to put those steps
one ahead of the other without
looking back to see if he is there.
While
Blues blow soft in cold night air.
bentfeather (c) 06/16/06