The black sheep
12-24-2015, 01:24 PM
The sun hid behind the clouds today,
and from my bed I could tell
the second heaven had unleashed
a watery assault.
I could hear the rain mocking
the tires of cars as they sang
their lyrics against the surface
of the road.
I peered sleepily out of my window
and seen an asphalt truck repairing
a hole in the street, umbrellas waving
side to side in cadence with the wind,
kids splashing around in the
puddles of water, a fire truck
hydroplaning noisily to an emergency.
I read my thoughts to myself:
"I shall not relinquish control
of my mood to the darkened, rainy day",
I said, though I do feel nostalgic,
and I will flirt with the time
when I used to have warm moments
with someone special-
decked out in fine shoes, a fine suit,
a fedora to match, as I sang to her
in the rain, strolling through Times Square,
whipping around a street lamppost.......
To a time when we were cascading
on a shoreline in Long Beach,
at sunset on the horizon,
holding hands and kicking sand at
the other, as she radiated a heart
skipping smile my way, and formed
with her voluptuously alluring lips
silent, smiling words that read "I love you".......
Just as she was about to plant
a kiss my way I awakened
from my stupor and realized.
I write better when I'm feeling blue.
and from my bed I could tell
the second heaven had unleashed
a watery assault.
I could hear the rain mocking
the tires of cars as they sang
their lyrics against the surface
of the road.
I peered sleepily out of my window
and seen an asphalt truck repairing
a hole in the street, umbrellas waving
side to side in cadence with the wind,
kids splashing around in the
puddles of water, a fire truck
hydroplaning noisily to an emergency.
I read my thoughts to myself:
"I shall not relinquish control
of my mood to the darkened, rainy day",
I said, though I do feel nostalgic,
and I will flirt with the time
when I used to have warm moments
with someone special-
decked out in fine shoes, a fine suit,
a fedora to match, as I sang to her
in the rain, strolling through Times Square,
whipping around a street lamppost.......
To a time when we were cascading
on a shoreline in Long Beach,
at sunset on the horizon,
holding hands and kicking sand at
the other, as she radiated a heart
skipping smile my way, and formed
with her voluptuously alluring lips
silent, smiling words that read "I love you".......
Just as she was about to plant
a kiss my way I awakened
from my stupor and realized.
I write better when I'm feeling blue.