The Same Smile

Today I will sing a song

of a heart's love desire...

walking on a nite time street corner

under soft blue and green hanging lights...

I wistfully peer into the building outlined darkness...

and what do i see...

An image of a ancient, youthful dream...

the dream of a heart bursting , breathtaking, soft love...

strong as a moonlit sea.

A wistful smile bursts forth

camouflaged by the white hair and

aging face,

but the same smile

as the younger man contemplating

the same, magical scene,

radiating the subtle, yellow lite of Love...

…can the words of his dream girl

be more kind?

…could any instrument play as beautiful

as her melodic voice?

…could the moon be any brighter

or warmer?

…could there be any more Love in the whole world

then there were in her eyes?

…could any beautiful wonder of nature

be more beautiful than the sight of her two eyes

half closed…as both of their lips

begin to inevitably fall towards each other...

and his wistful smile turned gently up...

…and his smile reflected only Love,

,,,and his aging eyes only radiated Love.