I always thought I'd like to be,
that kid atop
a sycamore tree,

or the old man
playing checkers
in the park.

Young lovers stroll
arm in arm
the hour before dark as
the sun paints

the old man,
you and me
and the tree

pastelshades of purple, pinkandred.
As night comes
at last,
back home
in bed,
a chineese glow lamp overhead.
McKuen says the things,
or Frank Sinatra sings
a sultry lullaby...
the stars keep tempo with the tides.
You sigh...

I soothe.
We move like dancers on cue,
in time with the rythm of the spheres.

You always seem to know
how to say without words
a thousand and one things only i can hear.

Tonight lets YouandI be
Sheherezade on Alladin's
magic carpet ride.

We'll see what Paris looks like through
the eyes of the moon...
buy pomegranites and breadsticks...
and picnic in paradise

I'll light Kilauea
for candle light.
and tell you
how beautiful
you are
while fiddler crabs
play tag
along the strand
and the wind
and the whale song
serenade us.

I'll make ambrosia
of orange blooms,
salt sea spray
and lotus flowers,

with just the sip,
from the tip
of your lips,
That always seems
to linger
long into forever
whenever we part.

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