I thought,
for an instant,
that, you were
there.
I thought I saw you
smile
but smoke, to quote
a song,
got in my eyes, in
the cafe,
where a dark haired
girl,
laughed out loud
on that winter
morning.
I thought,
for an instant,
that, you were
there,
when a voice
whispered,
"I love you"
from afar,
but the noise
In the cafe
drowned out
the words
you’d said.
I thought,
for an instant,
that, you were
there,
when a light breeze
caressed my
brow as
before.
I felt your
touch
and
smiled,
a dark haired girl
in the cafe
smiled back.
I laughed at
the illusion
and finishing
my coffee,
I left the cafe
wishing that
you’d
been
there.
Dave English 27th Novembre 2005.
She stood on the
corner of
her solitude
watching the
ebb and flow
of the others
basking in
Christmas cheer.
Couples laughing their
way
down cobbled
streets to
warmer places.
Standing on the
corner
of her solitude,
a bird began
to sing,
and the face on the
faded photograph that
she held
in the palm of
her hand,
smiled back
once
more.
There she had
stood
for a decade
or was it
more?
A modern day
Penelope
searching through
the sea of
people and
souvenirs for
her wasted
love, you know,
the one from
before.
Dave English 27th November 2005.
That Sometime Thing.
That sometime thing,
You know,
when lights
dim and
thoughts race
back to other
times.
The enticing smiles
that lead to
tortured white sheets
that smell of summer
fields dried
by a
devil sun
then
her lips,
honey sweet,
as she pressed
her youth into
my empty life
holding eternity in
her eyes
and me
in her arms.
Kissing heaven’s
messengers, dying
a small
cosmic death,
reaching
paradise and
laughing
at
fate.
Too quick
the
morning
the sad goodbyes.
Waving,
crying the last
tear,
realising
It was
just another
sometime thing.
You know,
when
lights
dim……..
dave.english copyright 2005-06-25