Boat Whistles
A smile and warm tears
A hug and holy kiss
A longing heart at stake
A spirit supplicates
The Springtime leaves
As each phone clicks
To pack up all the pieces
Pictures and poses
The car door closes
To the end of the road
Running from behind
And waving out of sight
No farewells, friend
Until we meet again
Your face to my cheek
Sleep through the night
And morning will come
With change and open eyes
Still there're no good good-byes
Until the next hello
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006
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