Or we could meet and break this wretched curse
That stifles every minute of the day.
To meet and fail to love cannot be worse
Than all these empty moment of decay
I want to see you standing in the light
With frost and sparkles borrowed from the Sun;
Or Watch your drowsy breathing all the night
As sleep dissolves the damage day has done.
To give our blessings to each others ears
We’ll wander in sweet gardens as we talk,
And all the doubtful wisdom of our years,
To be no more than babble while we walk.
Perhaps we could forego these plastic keys
And know each other’s flesh and “shoot the breeze”
Thanks to Philosophy Lee who unwittingly provided the long awaited last line of this poem
Put down your Weapons