Friday, June 26, 2020

An ugly paradox

The weather report announces...the Sahara Dust Plume..
It will make the sky a hue of violet... unusual
Everywhere sickness and death does loom...
And..as people die of hunger, life goes on as usual..
Meetings, deadlines and business goals... that deny gloom..
And, you and me..we romance and kiss as usual..
An ugly paradox


We would...We would make do

On a magic carpet, we would fly..
You, my Alladin..and me..Jasmine
Kiss the clouds...and hug the sky..
Mountain peaks, pole caps.. sceneries fine
And if all these fantasies are but a lie..
Just be there and just be mine...

On a boat for two, floating in dusky twilight...
Dancing to the  gentle waves as they ebb and tide
We can look together at the blue hues of orange light
With a companionship, we cannot hide..
And if all these dreams are quick to flight...
Let it all be, and just sit beside...

On a starry night on a seashore..a beautiful sight
You and me just lie down on the sand ..
Find constellations in mellow moonlight..
To the song on the radio...and it's our favorite band
And if these desires never ever see light..
Just look at today's sky...and  hold my hand

In forests green, and the sound of still crickets
Walk along the trails, the branches touch our shoulders light
Our feet in rhythm rustling leaves, through bushes and thickets
The shade of trees and an occasional silver of light
And if this togetherness  isn't ours..Darn! Crickets!
We will make do with a walk in the neighborhood in streetlight..


Yes, We will make do....as long as we are but together...