FAST FORWARDED

                                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Fast Forwarded

Running in slow motion down fast forwarded streets,

We dreamed on our silent feet

Of love

In the back seats of cars, 

Playgrounds at midnight,

And silk sheets at the Fountaine Bleau hotel.

There were your eyes

And that was all I could see

Staring 

Into my soul from a hundred yards away

On the other side of the crowd

And the law of attraction.

Dark, sensual, greedy eyes

Almost like mine but darker

Pulling

Me toward you, into you like magnets

Drawing objects

That have no will to refuse.

The noise of the city 

Vanished in the roar of our hearts

Beating

Like wild things in our chests

Waiting for that moment

When all motion stopped and we stood face to face.

I had no one to go home to

No one waiting to bid me hello

No one

To wine me and dine me and love me

No one to need me

At the end of the day.

For love is not something

That I've ever been able to hold

Nothing

That I've ever been able to keep,

To rest in, or live up to

Or to say it was mine.

And because of that,

I'm always searching for the taste of it

Dreaming

That it's just around the corner,

In a stranger's arms, a stranger's eyes

Who, meeting me, will not think me strange at all.

It's Friday and the day has been long

I am hurrying off to nowhere 

And

There you are, with your tousled hair

And your hungry eyes looking

And here I am, looking with my own.

Closer now, and just four people apart,

The setting sun catches your hair,

Fire

Dances off your heart and lights your face,

Brings a glow to your eyes

And a sweet sad smile to your mouth.

"Hello." you say, "Don't I know you?

Didn't we meet in my dreams?"

"No."

I say, "We met in mine on the 41st of June."

And we both smile like lunatics 

Meeting underneath the moon.

Sometimes, it just happens,

Sometimes, it just clicks and there you are,

Falling

In love with your other self, your better self,

The other half of your soul

In a stranger's eyes.

The bad thing is,

The worst thing is, when it's over,

Life

Becomes an endless, endless day

And eventually you stop looking for love

And you're swallowed up by the crowd.

But for now, there's always tomorrow,

And the day after that,

Days,

When dreams still follow me down the street,

Look into my eyes and take me by the hand

Days, when they're good, make my eyes forget

That they ever saw your face.

©By Voo

Sept 17, 2010

10:43 p.m.