The Love Song (Part 2)

Yes indeed I do believe there will be a time when I shall again know the sound of a beating heart sleeping beside me. Till then I should live the endless nights of recreating the sounds with my fingertips. Thump-thump-thumpity-thump. Dream of only you, the want, the need of your beating heart so I may rest my head, lay softly upon your sweet breast, kiss your breath in the lovers sun setting passionate dream. Do I dare still dream or yearn for such a treat that makes the spreading of wild flowers in spring (the season of your birth) seem less than a miracle? Do I dare disturb the course of the universe, the faith of the spirits, the paths my life has been handed unwillingly? Do I dare for the minute? Yes indeed I do presume, to be so bold, to believe. I have known eyes such as yours staring out from the deep cracks of shadowed walls, I have known a tongue as spiteful as yours, but never as cold or dead locked in the reality of what is a true write. Laugh at yourself do you? The doubt is reassurance enough for me. It is eyes and tongue’s such as yours that cause people to jump from the bridge on a cold night. Be sure that tongue of yours don’t end up spitting out the butt-ends of rancid lies, that’s when the crack and drink take over innocent lives, that’s when a bridge on a cold night seems like your only friend. Shall I part with the memories once and for all, leave behind the deceased ramblings of the past, or should it be that I walk with you through valley’s of golden sun for the remaining days my eyes look upon this earth? We have lingered together far too long, now I fear the voices within will wake me from this love song and I shall drown.