Dream a little dream…

( This piece has no literary value. From the late-night beer-infused Saturday night rant series)

Poem: There is a tunnel…


The voice that soothes the soul
The eyes as deep as the ocean
The face reflects love, sadness, and loneliness,
And the attitude like nobody else’s.
I listen, I watch, I admire
I want you to be here with me
Sitting on the couch, side-by-side.
I want to light your cigarette
And listen to you singing your songs
To me, in the darkness of the night
In the lonely room for two
With some red wine in our glasses
And the youth to share with each other
Until the sun comes up, and as the daylight breaks in
And we are both tired and happy
Falling asleep next to each other
In the room filled with love, passion, and sex,
Where the time stands still, and the lonely
Cigarette buds sitting in the ashtray
As we embrace each other on the king-size bed
And there is nobody else, and there is no tomorrow.
It is us, right here, right now, and until
We are together and in love, and we have
Something only we can understand.
We have something in common.
We have us and our cigarettes and wine,
And my books and your records and our passion.
We have it all at this moment.