The Dead Man Whom I Kissed

I am free as a bird Ready to discover this wondrous world I am dressed to the nines Seeking a knight in shining armor He will be handsome alright Defending me from life’s lows and sorrows I shall be his flower, ready to be plucked Oh my petals shall lust for his kiss The big city a delight, as I shop all night! As I gaze upon the handsome men all over I am hopeful one shall take my hand So they we might begin a lovers journey Night time jazz, clubs filled with hazy smoke Man after man after drink and nothing of substance What’s a pretty girl to do? Another night of blackness and no shining black knight So off I wander to the city park The lush smell of green filling the air There is a graveyard up over there A promenade among the dead There under the moonlit sky, is an old man His hair all white, his dress somewhat wrinkled He seems to star into nothingness Ah but his eyes are clear blue like the ocean true I am abashed yet I stare into these crystal blue eyes Something stirs from within me, yes I see as clear as day The kindness and compassion within this weathered old man I lose my breath, this is foolish for I just know somehow, I know I know I walk up to him, and kiss him on the lips as I should not This is not me, yet I know this is exactly me, I just know He looks with sadness, and says simply "I am a dead man, from long ago" I kiss him once more and say “I will return three days hence and we shall see" Three days later, like a statue he stands stoically still and almost in fear I take his hand, and whisper, life is full of miracles We have no time to lose, I see into your beauty and I see into your pain Hold me and love me, I am yours completely, in the falling rain