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Sing A Song
It would be much healthier
For my state of mind
If I didn't forget he was leaving,
That we weren't one of a kind.
I had even dreamt last night,
As in the sweet past,
A dream of a long and bright autumn day
Where apples were my repast
Picked from my favorite tree.
Wand'ring by the stream
Dressed in a flowing victorian gown
To meet the man of my dream
I saw his beloved face
Smiling lovingly-
Then I awoke, with a ribbon of tears
On my cheeks, unwillingly.
The tears continued to flow.
I then admitted
That I was hopelessly in love with him.
Finally I committed
For no matter what he'd done
How he'd changed my life
I loved him and I would always love him.
I wanted to be his wife.
But I wanted forever.
That I could not get.
Well, I could have my dreams and live with them
And all else I could just forget.
So I would then choose nothing
That's the easy way.
He had entered my life, yet would depart.
Nothing would disturb my day.
Well, it didn't work of course
I couldn't ignore him
For he was constantly in my presence.
My awareness did not dim.
He did not need to touch me-
The air seemed to throb.
Mere idle talk seemed no more than a game.
I found it hard not to sob.
When he strolled across the room
I eyed him with heat.
He was my temptation, my joy, my love
And watching him was my treat.
How had I convinced myself
To act casually?
My big plan was of course doomed to failure
And I could only blame me.
Desire bubbled up inside.
Oh, such confusion!
I was thrilled by his presence in my life;
This was not a delusion.
It was my choice, yes, all mine.
I had made the rule.
If not forever, I'd take what I could
And stop being a pain-filled fool.
I though I was his pastime.
Oh! I was so wrong.
The man of my dreams opened wide his arms
And our hearts burst into song.
