Morning Walks
As I watched
She walked up to me
And I surprised
Myself when I heard
My voice say
“Let me walk with you”
For the first time
I saw the fire in her eyes
Her true color
I felt the rapture
Within her soft words,
She told me of family
Of friends and music,
And of our tomorrow…
She took my hand
Leading me forward
I followed blindly
And we walked
Crowded empty sidewalks
Over deserted busy streets
Of olde New England
We counted lanterns
Starring up the evening
To find
If passion and love
Was something
To be discovered
Together…
Her footfall
Brought me from
Within my fantasy,
In moments turn
I dared look up
And she was gone…
Perhaps I should
Draw my courage
To look into her eyes
And say…
“Hello”
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
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