The Plaza Bathed In Light The immediacy of the moment The excitement of tomorrow Will I be there in your mind At least? I had my rough years I am done with them. So I speak with a smile with constructed clarity. Starting the day with The perfect thoughts Playful desires Unfurled touches of joy Almost always standing in the moonlight Come for me. Write me with any wishes They will spring to life soon In words And then, in more Open up for me as am I for you I have solved the mystery Boarding She is not going to say Come But, I am going to let that Airplane leave anyway Stay in this city Where she is I will pretend she gave Me a nod To stay A hint, A finger curl toward her, Or better yet A smile that said “Don’t be stupid, Get here…” She did none of those Yet I follow The war correspondent’s gut Think of the music We will make The smells We will share The moonlight we Will create That I am certain If she looks at me, not her past, She too will be certain together we can find what we have long wanted She is on my mind It feels wonderful The sad ideas are resting now The emerge continues Roads no longer are just long Portals are there, and now I see them And I am brave, as I was 30 years ago That flight to the comfort zone has taken off. That is not my destination. There is always another Airplane to board to fly away. There is not another One of her
