"You’re never too old
To dream," Mr Tony said
And a tear ran down his cheek
Truth is known in many ways
None truer than a shed tear
For all to see.

Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.

Take in the moments that make you smile remember them for awhile,
because the moments that make you cry are right around the bend,
they’re enevitable in the end

She’s in my field of view.
So what am I to do?
I’ve nothing much to say,
but cannot look away.

This beauty caught my eye.
It’s pointless now to try—
though staring is a sin,
I’ll sin and take her in.

This beauty sits so near,
that my world stopped right here.
Now life’s very essence
is simply her presence.

Perhaps I’ll see her smile
if I sit here a while.
But if she won’t it seems
I’ll see her in my dreams.

"Spring is the best season."
We said it every year.
A splash of green,
A whiff of life.

"Spring is the best season."
I said it today,
I’ll say it tomorrow.
And forever, mi amor.


Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.

She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that  
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.