Zemde

Streetlamps and Starlight

This is not a poem of sadness

This is a poem of longing

 

Not the longing of a starving peasant

Or the yearning of a weary soldier

But a longing like

 

The scent of red rubber dodgeballs on asphalt

The lamplight brushed across the face of friends on a twilight adventure

The knowing dreams of a mountainous waffle breakfast that surely awaits in the morning

 

It\'s not a poem of lust

But a poem of love

 

Not the love of a starstruck schoolboy

Or an impassioned prince of a far off land

But a love like

 

Staring into the starry night on a bed of grass

Watching from the sidelines knowing you will get your shining moment

Singing with the birds at sunrise

 

This is waiting for

                                 

 

                            The one because

 

 

You know that

 

 

              They\'re waiting

 

For

 

 

 

 

          You.