I dance about the pub, gliding-
To tell you true,
my only wish
was to sway with you.
We walked through the big blue door
into the cool night air,
bewitched by the music and the moon,
and the crisp smell of a spring rain.
You looked past me-
with sad eyes-
past the empty squares,
past the lovers in the alleyways,
past the dreamers at the balconies,
your eyes
betwixt and between
loathing and loving.
By the light of the moon
our duet changed keys,
you stepped closer to see
This is nice.
if holding onto me
like the sea hugs the shore
I like walking with you.
would bring you to the place
you had been looking for.
Me too.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
I dance about the pub, gliding-
To tell you true,
my only wish
was to sway with you.
We walked through the big blue door
into the cool night air,
bewitched by the music and the moon,
and the crisp smell of a spring rain.
You looked past me-
with sad eyes-
past the empty squares,
past the lovers in the alleyways,
past the dreamers at the balconies,
your eyes
betwixt and between
loathing and loving.
By the light of the moon
our duet changed keys,
you stepped closer to see
This is nice.
if holding onto me
like the sea hugs the shore
I like walking with you.
would bring you to the place
you had been looking for.
Me too.
I'm not much of one for structure. Dabbling with it in future pieces, but as of now I am without a plan :)
It's funny, how strongly poets feel through their worlds.
