They danced on the steps
Of the first methodist church,
Not caring who watched or
How their young feet hurt.
When the clouds rolled over
The sun and the wind ceased
To be breathing. They
Stopped their tom foolery and
Accepted that life sometimes is still.
They walked to the water.
There they saw the ships bounding
Across eclipsed waves like horses
Through golden tinted field.
The two feared for the sailor's,
Yet the sailor's knew not
They were thinking of them at all.
After the water, leaving the sailor's
On their waves, they wandered to
The fishermen's docks, where
Crooked poles and wavering hulls
Stood ***** and set pointed to the sun.
These were the men of patience
And respect, feeling death and life
Around them in dualistic harmony.
Because they held no lure or pole,
They watched the masters work, as
Masters usually do. The sun trickled
Through thin white cloud as the
Wind pushed the two's hair over brow.
The masters were discontent
In their catch and their day. Their frowns
Showed failure and they wished
That the cold winter weather would go away.
Even masters can fail.
The two thinking of two different things,
Then conversed on where they should
Go to next. One said the tower, where she
Had never been before, and the other said
The park, where he had been many times.
Their differences were their love and
Their love was what kept them true.
A master pulled up hard on his bamboo rod.
"A catch," the man screamed in his tongue,
"I've got a catch here! Won't you see! Won't you see!"
The two shot over to where the master
Stood, their eyes peeled to the end of his line.
As the man reeled and reeled and reeled, he
Soon did reveal a battered tin can and a weathered old boot.
The master plopped the two on the wooden dock,
Cursing to the God of his choice.
The two picked up the boot, the can, cheered and said,
"Thank you", running up the concrete strand.
As they reached their bus stop, they realized
What they'd done and started to laugh at all
Of their fun. The two giggled and cackled,
Screamed and roared, until the two could no longer
Take anymore. After a minute or two, the sky
Straightened out, turning full blue, so the birds
In the sky who soared and cooed, showed they
Had no rules they were forced to uphold.
The two agreed on home. When their
Bus appeared, they felt the same, seeing that
Living together was a much better game.
Tomorrow would be new start, just like
Today was another part of a puzzle never
To be finished, only taken to heart.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
They danced on the steps
Of the first methodist church,
Not caring who watched or
How their young feet hurt.
When the clouds rolled over
The sun and the wind ceased
To be breathing. They
Stopped their tom foolery and
Accepted that life sometimes is still.
They walked to the water.
There they saw the ships bounding
Across eclipsed waves like horses
Through golden tinted field.
The two feared for the sailor's,
Yet the sailor's knew not
They were thinking of them at all.
After the water, leaving the sailor's
On their waves, they wandered to
The fishermen's docks, where
Crooked poles and wavering hulls
Stood ***** and set pointed to the sun.
These were the men of patience
And respect, feeling death and life
Around them in dualistic harmony.
Because they held no lure or pole,
They watched the masters work, as
Masters usually do. The sun trickled
Through thin white cloud as the
Wind pushed the two's hair over brow.
The masters were discontent
In their catch and their day. Their frowns
Showed failure and they wished
That the cold winter weather would go away.
Even masters can fail.
The two thinking of two different things,
Then conversed on where they should
Go to next. One said the tower, where she
Had never been before, and the other said
The park, where he had been many times.
Their differences were their love and
Their love was what kept them true.
A master pulled up hard on his bamboo rod.
"A catch," the man screamed in his tongue,
"I've got a catch here! Won't you see! Won't you see!"
The two shot over to where the master
Stood, their eyes peeled to the end of his line.
As the man reeled and reeled and reeled, he
Soon did reveal a battered tin can and a weathered old boot.
The master plopped the two on the wooden dock,
Cursing to the God of his choice.
The two picked up the boot, the can, cheered and said,
"Thank you", running up the concrete strand.
As they reached their bus stop, they realized
What they'd done and started to laugh at all
Of their fun. The two giggled and cackled,
Screamed and roared, until the two could no longer
Take anymore. After a minute or two, the sky
Straightened out, turning full blue, so the birds
In the sky who soared and cooed, showed they
Had no rules they were forced to uphold.
The two agreed on home. When their
Bus appeared, they felt the same, seeing that
Living together was a much better game.
Tomorrow would be new start, just like
Today was another part of a puzzle never
To be finished, only taken to heart.