AND THERE WAS ONLY



And There Was Only

The mist was gray and wet as dew

And there was only me and you

Walking there so close to dawn

With all the ink of midnight gone.

The champagne drained,

We laughed, wide-eyed

And dropped the bottle

Off the side.

We heard it splash

Into the water

And watched a gull

Go diving after.

All night, we'd talked

And sang and marched

Enlisted soldiers

With new-born hearts.

You quoted Rumi

From memory

And showed me things

The eye can't see.

And I, in turn

Like dervish, twirled

In ecstasy,

An entranced girl.

Until the bridge, 

Rose from the mist

And set the scene

For our first kiss.

The bells of London

Called to the day

And ran the ghosts

Of night away.

And still we stood,

Like statues there

Upon the bridge,

We didn't care.

For love is careless

When it is new

And "we" is born

From "me and you".

Like little children

That played a game

We had no worries,

We had no shame.

Tomorrow's worries

Tomorrow's shames

Could wait to find us

And learn our names.

(And oh, they would

And oh, we'd cry

And fight

Though love refused to die.

Through many years 

Of toil and pain

We'd yearn to be

Like that again.)

But this, our night,

And this our dawn,

Will live when all our lives

Are gone.

In memory and faded rose

In poems on pages faded blue

The bridge, the mist, the sacred kiss

And there was only me and you.

and there was only me and you.....

©by Voo

March 7, 2011

11:49 p.m.