Lavender or Lilac? Lavender or Lilac? Lavender or... The Shenandoah slips below the Potomac At a town that sleeps in a valley, lush and green And there I heard, "It's better to just stumble upon joy, rather than to search for her" So I sat upon the banks, and watched the glistening waters The waves crashed upon my toes, forgiving this vanity While the sounds of a piano carried on some distant bluff I was feeling generous so I caught each note And sent them downstream to Sherpherdstown, or maybe Frederick.. The keys, pink and white, played some familiar song So I joined in song, I joined in song... On a beach, close to my hometown, I finally found hope for my own sincerity As I held a small stone in my left hand, and rubbed it with my right The sun just then broke from the clouds as I thought "Yes, it's smooth. Yes, it's tough. But what lies beneath his well-guarded fortress? Can one only believe only all they've seen, all they've touched?" Well, I for one just cannot. There just has to be some tender lining Some spot where he spills his failures, his individuality, his honesty.. So I kept rubbing, I kept rubbing... I stood at the end of a wharf in Newport News, Virginia And watched as each ship would pass, as if on one great, grand parade They would steer out into the open sea, their sails aloft And for one brief moment I swear I could hear the trumpets, see the chariots So I sketched, I sketched, I sketched, for hours on end Until I was left with just a song, a ballad, no just one vivid stanza It was dusk as the last ship sailed out of port to its' exotic destination And on its' hull I saw the face of one lone sailor, long and eccentric, lonely and artistic I saw the tears in his eyes, the rope burns on his hands So I whispered "Come home young man, come home..." I led her through the kitchen, as Courtney's lips fell upon mine Her skirt twirled through the furniture, as we danced for hours on the tile And when the time came, we laid down together under a quilt in my bedroom She read me her favorite poem, one about lovers, lost on an island in the South Pacific They spent every day and night trying to escape from their natural cage Until they realized they had everything they needed there in one another.. Then she brushed my hair aside and put her hand on my forehead And said "My Tim, you're feeling warm. Just what are you thinking?'' I told her, "Someday I'll be a famous poet... I swear I'll make you famous." So she laughed and said, "My dear, this is where you belong. This is where you belong..."
Whoa, that was very poetic. I'm loving the wistful tone in this poem. And the ending is very touching . Sweet job.